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Venus, the Evening Star

Its wick aflame,
Its fuel aflow;
The lantern hung in the west.
It hung
And the world spun
And it was gone, but not to rest.
For tomorrow
      It will reappear
And shine again
      Through the atmosphere

   ―A bright and lovely light.       John Riedell

 
 

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