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As the night approaches
Only the moonlight without stars
I sat there silent and contemplated
Hope you come back

For a moment this self called your name
For a moment this self remembers your shadow
But what is your power far away
Want me to reach and my grip was just useless

Over. Over. And always empty
Always the soul of this body increasingly felt
This lips can not speak
Only by my prayer can I convey everything

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