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When the stars
are in the sky,
When mothers sing sweet lullabies,
When heaven's silver canopy is overhead,
When all are asleep and in their bed,
I think of nights and days long gone-bye,
Of dreams undone, of words not said,
Yet memories play as an endless reel in my head,
Of a starry night, moonlit waves ...and what might have
been instead.
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