Sarah: The candles in the church are out.
The lights have gone out in the sky.
Blow on the coal of the heart.
And we'll see by and by. . . .
we'll see where we are.
We'll know. We'll know.
J.B.: We can never know.
He answered me like the stillness of a star
That silences us asking.
No, Sarah, no:
We are
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