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I always think of you,
When I stare at the moon
Wondering if you're staring at it too.
Why is it always your name that is coming into my mind?
I'm getting terrified.
All these men, but you still shined.
How can I forget you when you give light?
And that makes me fight.
Are you thinking about me too,
Or look at me the way I look at you?
The moon was bright.

— The End —