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I press my hand to the glass and spread my fingers wide.
I watch you do the same;
Me on my side, and you on the other.
My breath mists the window between us,
But I can still see the brilliance
Of each star in your eyes.
My, aren't the stars beautiful?
I watch you do the same;
Me on my side, and you on the other.
My breath mists the window between us,
But I can still see the brilliance
Of each star in your eyes.
My, aren't the stars beautiful?
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There is as much hope is in this as there is doubt. Only a poem as good as this can stir such opposing emotions. Simply brilliant!