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a shooting star night no clouds in the sky only a light breeze around me and thousands upon thousands of speckled luminous dots a full moon that lights up the night a night, as bright as the day For me, however, it is the loneliest night I have ever seen because I cannot sleep without you by my side the brightness hurts my eyes, I see blurry veiled with tears because my only fears was the first night were I couldn't see you my shooting star where exactly are you? can you say boo?
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