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I stand with a heart full of longing,
Where dusk drinks the last of the day,
My soul adrift on winds unnamed,
Searching for thee in skies of gray.
Thy voice — a distant lullaby,
Echoes through the twilight air,
It stirs the ache I hide inside,
A love too fierce, too sweet to bear.
The moon, half-veiled in misty sighs,
Looks down with knowing grace,
As if it sees the dream I hold —
Thy tender, far-off face.
I wear thy absence like a shroud,
Yet walk the earth in hope still bright,
For somewhere in the hush of stars,
Thy heart may call me through the night.
So let the world fall cold and bare,
Let tempests rise and time delay,
I stand, unwavering, alone,
But longing more with every day.
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