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Labans (m)
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I sit alone in a dark room tonight, the windows opened as I stare at the moonlight. Thoughts of you run through my mind, wondering where you are tonight. Feeling the breeze from the window, brush across my face. Imagining it being your touch , making my heart race. I miss you dearly, please know this is true. No one but you can light up this room other than the brightness of this moon. I am hoping, you hear my cry of loneliness come to me soon.
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