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It is written in the stars above - that we shall never meet,
any more than lovely moon - will ever meet the beach.
To gaze upon her pale shade - mirrored off the sea,
and have her waves break on the shore - for all eternity.
Eagerly I pray for tides - like the thirsty pray for drink,
to hear the music from the foam - and sea's tranquility.
I feel her pulling on my heart - with all her gravity,
a gentle language that she sends - spoken just for me.
Yet it's written in the stars above - that we shall never meet,
but when I feel her moonlit glow - I'll wait here happily.