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I compare our heart,

To the moon,

It is full in the beginning,

Shining proud on everything,

Soon after it becomes half,

Cause you now realise,

You're alone,

It Longs for a Love,

A love to call its own,

After a while its empty,

Cause its broken,

There is no moon,

And there is no heart,

It is the fullest,

When it is loved most,

So I give you the Moon,

On this special day.

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