A billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the Presence that
will be, when all the stars are
dead.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
A billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the Presence that
will be, when all the stars are
dead.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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