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| Sometimes, moon ruins the night when one is seeking for a star |
Look up the sky
You can see how it fly
The star falling in your hand
That vanish before it land.
Wish before you wink
and you can see how it link
To the greatest despair
Until it come and appear
Beyond those kings
to the pointed arrow skims
The answer is beneath
to your nose as you breathe
you'll soon know
In the day not tomorrow but now
That the thing you aim
Will soon be an aye.
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