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He asked himself sometimes, if she still was somewhere?

He always shook the thought away.

He felt her heart beating in the wee hours of the morning,

In the silence of the sleeping sunrays and the dancing moon beams. 

He felt her presence in the world somewhere.

Sometimes he looked up at the moon, sure she was looking at it too,

Tracing a line to the pole star shining bright.

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