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Midnight Blue:
I watch the stars at night,
Wishing you were here with all my might,
The sky a velvet blue,
The stars a twinkle of silver.
I watch that wondering light,
That those things above me that seem so right,
And as the midnight sky draws on and on,
It occurs to me that you have now long gone.
Why does those stars seem to twinkle in the same place every night?
Why did holding you used seem so right?
The reasons to this I cannot explain,
That without you in my life it will never be the same.
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