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Whispering Your Name
I whisper your name in the middle of the night,
To the stars that dimly twinkle outside my window,
Hoping you could hear it somehow,
Like the songs you rediscover,
In the middle of December.
As I count the reasons,
To stay or leave
Pondering over the signs I see,
So tell me if the stars are right,
Whispering my name back in the middle of the night.
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