They set about to wager,
will she bend or relax into the dark sky, calm and savor?
Can she find the end,
will she stumble into bliss,
or live for another forever in blight, bend, bend, continue to miss?
This dream, they play their part but it is her art
built to suit her size, her lists designed to keep her apart.
Not one but a trillion, dreams to make and waver. When will it end? Again another bet to wager.
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