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Lonely Whispers The haloed moon beckons me, into the silkiness of the dark, asking me to live my dreams, and soar free as the lark.
I softly murmur to myself, as my heart sings its song, and I tread softly in the grass, smiling, and walking along.
The wind cries and moans, as if crying for a lost mate, unknowing, my story is the same, as my soulmate, do I await.
I think of her and dream, as I sit in the deserted park, hearing them clear as ever, her lonely whispers in the dark. ~Rachit~
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