SooOoo,
When the moon blocks out the sun,
and the light from stars,
no longer seen,
awakes you from a dream,
AnnNnd,
With nightfall close at hand,
the sound of wind,
is calling from,
a place beneath the trees,
YooOou,
Will find me waiting there,
searching for the words,
to tell you,
what you mean to me. |
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