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is it          that the winter nights are so long that has me sitting here, before the window looking out at the stars or, watching the deer           sneak up on the      dried stalks of Desdemona that keeps me awake so late at night or, maybe, it is you, there, thinking of me, here that keeps me awake      so very late into the night
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
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is it          that the winter nights are so long that has me sitting here, before the window looking out at the stars or, watching the deer           sneak up on the      dried stalks of Desdemona that keeps me awake so late at night or, maybe, it is you, there, thinking of me, here that keeps me awake      so very late into the night
john-mahoney
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
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