Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing
now that our bright and shining 星, つ星 can slip away from our fingertips
like a puff of summer wind
Without notice, our dear 愛 can escape our doting embrace
Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing
No clocks can tell time and no oceans can rush our tides
With the abrupt absence of our treasure
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone
Piercingly alone
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us
and we did have him
He came to us from...
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