All that remains is to say,
That the meeting is still incomplete,
There were stars,
But there was something else about the moon,
There is a lot to tell,
to tell, to tell
Let me start from the beginning,
By saying something complete,
Let me add a poem next,
Like the moon, so are these words
Far and close to heart,
silent and lost,
sometimes with eyes,
Sometimes overflowing with feelings,
These words are like the moon,
There is a dense noise in the distance,
spend a moment in sadness,
We told them something,
He wrote down everything,

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