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The Old Observatory

And just like that they ran out of the room,
Leaving the last of their voices of doom
Stuck in my mind—already torn apart
By the pressured pulsation of my heart;

But instead of any formal farewell
These words came echoing down the stairwell:

“What a tragedy!”—“Yes, this no doubt makes
The first time we’ll miss ‘Trivial Out-takes’.”

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