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Bart Edelman 47 Lullaby You’ve made an offer I can’t easily refuse, But by this time of night— Bedraggled and confused— I know well enough To turn away from you, Think things through, And see if you’re still here When the morning unravels, Like the spool of thread I always find in my pocket After an evening with you. How is it now we appear Destined for cruel love No one wishes upon a star, This black celestial light— An untimely beam, it seems, We can never escape. And it throws me to think I try to solve a problem Where no answer exists. In due time, perchance, We may become estranged; My cradle shall rock, Your bough will break. ...

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