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The sun has gone down
The moon rules the sky
Yet I wear this frown,
when my soul should fly
Is it really love,
or is it in my mind?
To you, I'm a dove,
To me, I'm unkind.
Am I whom you love?
Love is mine for you.
Much comes from above,
but true love needs two.
The moon has climbed high,
some stars do yet shine.
Should I really try,
to make you all mine?
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