March 29, 2010
I don’t know why,
I don’t know how.
But when I see you I sigh,
And wonder how you’re not mine now.

The stars shine bright,
The moons nowhere to be seen,
The earth is filled with light.
It all looks so serine.

Till the end of the earth he treads,
But he’d rather be dead.

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