Star Gaze
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He smiles,
His eyes are the blue of sun-drenched skies.
He tires,
They turn cloud-gray,
Storm-tossed.
Let night descend:
The stars come out,
Twinkling mischeviously.
I could lose myself in that boundless sky.
I could look long and deep and never comprehend
The mysteries of that heaven.
Oh, to bask in that bright blue!
To comfort that clouded clime...
Ah! But let night come—
Let me lie back, and linger,
Let me star-gaze for a while.
When we look back
I'd hoped I'd be spared this
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