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New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack.
We both lie in our beds
And we look towards the sky every night
And we see the same moon
Every night I imagine
That when I stare at the moon
You are staring at the same spot
That I do
So I can finally say
We see the same thing

Everyday
I look up at the clouds
And look for the shapes I can see
And I hope that you stop
And really look for the details
Because the way the clouds parted today
Reminded me of your eyes
And I thought you finally saw me

— The End —