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There’s no silence like the silence of a huge crowd

Leaving Melbourne, the highway curves slowly past estates

When we found our way back to what used to be our home

Before the storms arrived last night, constellations danced

Above trees I can see through the kitchen window

blue- and gold-fringed morning cloud sees her off

Galileo climbed to the top of the tower from where he addressed his students

The dreamtower lifts itself towards a night sky

How discreetly birds must die elsewhere!

Over familiar suburbs, the mountain’s blue silhouette

An announcement that buses have replaced trains for the evening rush hour

In her wide-open sanctuary

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