I WAS HERE

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I'll sleep with the night on my starry bed

With my pillows, solacing clouds

Pampering my childish afterthoughts

Of sudden blooming yearnings

I wonder where the moon

Will take my soul, and weave my suspicion

However, I can't wait for morning

While waking dawn, I'll bear with my lips

Greet the sun and kiss it tight

It shall blush and bring to rain the sky

I'll play with its drops and hug myself

And live me like I was here.

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