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Sep 2
Someone to speak with,
To laugh with all day,
None but the moon,
Could make me feel such a way,
But for not it is morning,
And morning will last years,
But perhaps she has moved on,
And morning will last eternity,
What if the moon shines on a different planet,
And never returns for me?
Written by
Radwa
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