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Under the moon.
I wish for but one thing to come to me,
it is love and it almost came to be.
I search and searched, but alas,
That sweet young lass
Shall never be with me.
The stars reach out like they do not care,
Rubbing so sweetly the midnight air.
Feeling no pain,
Cloaking the rain.
Mimicking an infant’s gentle stare.
I feel a dim sense of freedom blow through my hair,
I smile and let loose all the hate and despair.
Though a sense of loneliness will always stay,
In my heart with the eternal Fray.
I stand forever under the full moons glare.
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