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You were beautiful to me
So gently you answered me
So tenderly you questioned me
As honest as a rose
You freely gave me your inner feelings
Your dreams
Some strange
But all honest and caring...
Like the dawn.
But you traveled far from me
And left me on the terrace
Staring at clouds
Searching for stars
The moon behind me
And I felt you waiting
For a dawn
That was hours away
And it became bitter
To tell you that I was
In the dawn
Not in the stars.
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