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a sweet poem |
| As the stars, they twinkled! Tiny glimpses, into the world only gods inhabit. Will they ever be comparable.... But the moon, she glowed! Maiden of the night, watching us throughout our darkest hours. She will never be on par with.... See the sun, he shines! Worshipped, even When people, did in fact, believe. He will never be equal to.... Your eyes, they gleam! Lightness of your mirth, filling the room with good humor. Nothing could ever compete with you |