The Moon

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Every night,
When one part of the world
Dreams with their eyes closed
And the other with their eyes open
The cool air tucks my hair,
And carries my name,
A whisper in your dreams,
A secret cloaked by the night
The once random stars suddenly take your shape
And I talk to the moon
She tells me stories about the sun,
I tell her stories about
You
-Sai

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