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It’s morning where he is

And that comforts me

To know the sunshine surrounds him

Instead of the darkness here

It’s morning where he is

And I’m still asleep

Dreaming of when I’ll wake again

It’s noon where he walks

And I have just awoken

Escaping fantasies that are hard to tell from the past

It’s noon where he runs

Torturous lines begging to be crossed

Look towards the end, it is where you began

It’s night where he is

and I’m in daylight

He sways to the rhythm of the nocturnal serenade

moon’s creatures:

rise.

It’s night where he is

I’m just chasing after the wind now, blind

It makes no difference now

How different our day

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