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Read back old pages, my life's book Fond memories on every nook All seemed too neat, except one crease A missing tile, one final piece Blanket of stars shroud rolling hills I lay spread-eagled, cooling heels Bethinking my lady; how fair? Building grand castles in the air I dream us be, like white on rice Will fate bid so that we should splice? When days grow dim and full of blot, I'll be your "Johnny-on-the-spot" Night sky glimmered and I wonder; "Are you nearby? How far yonder?" "Are you beholding the same stars?" "Are you concealing the same scars?" Part of days past? But when, who knows? Future, perhaps? Looming and grows? How many times, I'll count the moon? My heart's aching to meet you soon
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Happily Melancholic
Read back old pages, my life's book Fond memories on every nook All seemed too neat, except one crease A missing tile, one final piece Blanket of stars shroud rolling hills I lay spread-eagled, cooling heels Bethinking my lady; how fair? Building grand castles in the air I dream us be, like white on rice Will fate bid so that we should splice? When days grow dim and full of blot, I'll be your "Johnny-on-the-spot" Night sky glimmered and I wonder; "Are you nearby? How far yonder?" "Are you beholding the same stars?" "Are you concealing the same scars?" Part of days past? But when, who knows? Future, perhaps? Looming and grows? How many times, I'll count the moon? My heart's aching to meet you soon
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
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