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Nights

The man sat on the pavement As lonely as he could be, He stood up in a second or so So beautiful the stars he could see. His eyes shined in the dark of the night The Windows of a hut reflected, He couldn't figure out the reason If the night was affected. As dark as his heart, The nights were, He grew more stronger than he could be It felt like a curse

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