Was it Right?

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No, my love, the sun
always rises after the darkness.
You have a heavenly sense of truth.

Something unusual gives
you inspiration, slicing the moon in
my cup of tea drinking alone.

You once said, it was
more than what I asked. The life picks
up the thread to knit a coat of stars.

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