Melancholia

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Sometimes I catch you staring at the moon with tears falling from your eyes. I never knew why. Was it sadness ? Melancholia ? Joy ? You never told me.

As for me, I stare at you while you cry. The sparks in your eyes make them even more attractive. I could almost see the reflection of the moonlight in it. It's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

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