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And
the
heart
must
pause
to
breathe
,
And
love
itself
must
rest
.
Though
the
night
was
made
for
loving
,
And
the
day
returns
too
soon
,
Yet
we
’
ll
go
no
more
a
-
roving
By
the
light
of
the
moon
.
"
Without
a
word
the
Earth
Men
stood
in
the
center
of
the
city
.
It
was
a
clear
night
.
There
was
not
a
sound
except
the
wind
.
At
their
feet
lay
a
tile
court
worked
into
the
shapes
of
ancient
animals
and
peoples
.
They
looked
down
upon
it
.
Biggs
made
a
sick
noise
in
his
throat
.
His
eyes
were
dull
.
His
hands
went
to
his
mouth
;
he
choked
,
shut
his
eyes
,
bent
,
and
a
thick
rush
of
fluid
filled
his
mouth
,
spilled
out
,
fell
to
splash
on
the
tiles
,
covering
the
designs
.
Biggs
did
this
twice
,
A
sharp
winy
stench
filled
the
cool
air
.
No
one
moved
to
help
Biggs
.
He
went
on
being
sick
.
