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This morning I saw you up there
Shining through the dark cloud
I asked you where is your glare
In your silence I sighed aloud
Creepy wind ushered the theme
And you took the lace from my hair
In the gust I kept my beam
No-one noticed how much I care
The charm you brought in
I braced in the stream
You may have forgotten the good old grin
The sky is glowing with your beam
I wish your gleam was always near
Be my friend that I would share
For your flares I gladly cheer
Your time up there is all too rare
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