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Night Came Night came, dark blue, rancor cold She came without stars, merciless Beneath her, I rushed, stumbling, tripped by my own furious need I came to the top of the hill, shamed by error. How could I face this one of her daughters? A daughter dark, a daughter cold, without stars,... Oh, love fails. Let's eat--bitter almonds or sweet fruit. Oh, let's dance.