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Sep 2013
For the moon rises to its peak and the night grows long.
And the mass of people joyously mingle a'sound.
As you wait for your mate a'here as time lingers on.
Until the soundly turns soundless as the lights curtain down.
And you finally discover that you were alone all along.
Jay M Wong
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