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Hands of grasping
jealously green 
grasses brush 
from the valley's cradle 
to its peak.

Fields of wild 
plum ripe flowers
yellow maids

count my blessings 
to describe this place.

You were their sacrifice
they pinned you like a butterfly
like a star, they hung you in the night
Each star another's sacrifice
I count them all to see
how many more we have made.

I shiver dimly
before these visions
your golden hair
dancing in the wind
blonde locks 
lashing the evenings air.

From this hill 
where at certain
times of night 
we sit together
I have dreamt my earth met your sky
as the brightest of your stars
meet my eyes.

I'd be your sacrifice.
I wish I had a million lives
to free you from the prison in the sky
to trade upon your sacrifice
for you I'd let a billion
others fade.