Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too...
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Stunning.
Makes me want to love someone.
He's out there somewhere.
Doesn't mean he would love me.
True enough, but he might.
Think positive, dammit.
Ha! I'm 75. Too late :-)
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