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September 4, 2010

Only moonlight
Should adorn you.
The stars
Your jewels.
For a flower,
The sun itself.
Nothing less.

I grieve,
That I cannot
Weave moonlight,
Mine the stars
Or pluck the sun
What can I give you?

My heart,
Is no sun.
My tears,
Are not stars.
My love,
Not moonlight.
Nothing more.

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