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A Talk To Stars
A Talk To Stars
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In my bedroom late at night
Coming from my windowsill,
A beautiful moonlight
I'm looking at the seashore till the end,
Holding the old memories in my hands.
Then,
A thought comes to my mind
Where my grandfather might?
A star twinkling high above the sky Replies
"He is with me, my child".
I took a sigh of relief
When it comes to my belief
He's still present with me
Though in my heart and my memories.
Still looking and taking care of me
With those old and lovely eyes.
