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De sterren dansen in het licht van de maan,
Ook al komt de zon op is het nog geen tijd om te gaan,
Want hoe hoog de sterren ook in de hemel staan,
Dansen zullen ze keer op keer, tot het liedje weer is gedaan.
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ⓒ  Watty Winner 2019 (Science Fiction) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   The way she died was invisible to the eye, only the sorrow that crowned her victim of the night graced her tormented face. Her body lay statuelike on the floorboards of an old rowboat, all craddled up, fear still remaining in her eyes. Her last breath had long left her body. She was just as dead as the day that had gone by. The other person in the rowboat was very much alive. Even though his lips did not have the look of death brushed upon them, the way his eyebrows frowned told the tale of his afflictment without the need of words. It wasn't the only thing the dead body and he had in common. It would only take him a while to realise.