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Alone, in the dark
I try to sleep
Beneath all the stars
I beg to dream
Without you, my love
Rest eludes me
I think of your eyes
As tears fill mine
Like black in the night
Your long curls shine
For all of the years
We are apart
For the tragic nights
Breaking my heart
I shant grow weary
My love, have faith
Home we will be when
Aurora starts
This poem is about:
Me
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