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i love poems...
noon and night
as the wind goes up,
so does the moon,
for now the sun sets,
and its become noon,
as it gets later,
it shall get dark,
you shouldnt hear a noise,
not even a bark,
as the river flows,
you see the reflects,
of the lights and stars,
and peoples affects,
you do not hear a word,
not even a peep,
for throughout the world,
everyones asleep...
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