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The night slowly ends,
As the moon disappears,
Again,
While you leave,
And send,
A kiss,
With the wind,
Blowing in my direction,
Even though,
I know,
The kiss will never reach,
The cheek,
The lips,
Of mine,
So now,
I wait,
For the almighty,
And divine,
Power of love,
That I will probably,
Never find.
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