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A few poems I wrote some time ago.
It's one of these nights
I don't know what to do.
The stars shine bright
- not bright enough.
The moon right above the roof
Settled down there for the night
Beyond Artemis' canvas
Upon the hill
White dots painted as sheep
Slowly moving to rest
And I'm flying through the air
Back to the morning rising sun
Where everything has begun
With you
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