Us
There goes another dawn, another day,
another evening and yet another night.
As the moon sets in the west,
here I stand hoping against hope for the best.
My nights I spend gazing at the breathtaking aura of a full moon's light.
For I my dear see in it a glimpse of us.
Us, you heard me right.
You say, what us?
I say let me try and find the words alright.
I and that unforgettable first sight.
I and that endless talk late into the night.
I and those beautiful eyes.
I and my hopeless tries.
I and the hope of things turning out right.
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