Looking at the moon,
I smile with the sweetest smile
Though we’ll not meet soon.
The summer breeze blows.
The birds are singing my song,
And nothing seems wrong.
My thoughts may not be the same as yours, but you might as well consider mine, as I consider yours too.
not necessarily anything insightful
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