Under the starlit night,
Wonders a lonesome soul.
Across the stretch of stars,
He longs for the absentee moon.


Along the deserted boulevard,
Amidst the silence of woods.
A tired owl lull her kids to sleep,
Her feeble songs resounds in the air.


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