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as they sweep across the plains.
It’s cry is one of loneliness
because it has no mate.
The moon riding high above the clouds
sends down it’s silvery light,
bathing all in beauty,
but no one knows his fate.
The falling star lights up the sky,
as it streaks to parts unknown.
Silently hoping that some one would pass
through that unknown gate.
Find happiness and bliss
that they deserve before it is too late.
The man sitting on the hill
feels a tear course down his cheek.
So lonely and silent
his sorrow he does bear.
Unknown to him, a lady stands alone
looking at the wonders around her.
She wonders if somewhere
there could be someone to love her,
to need her as she needs them.
The moon looks down and weeps,
as only it can do,
it has no power to pull the two together
no matter how hard it tries.
The cool night wind sighs.
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