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it’s already night
my room is full of light

as it’s coming from the moon
it will be gone by noon

I confess my emotions to the stars
they get lost in the dark
but the stars still spark

as I see the night sky
I sigh

wish you would be close
but my feelings, I suppose
are something only the moon knows

- gio, 12.04.2020

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