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My pieces seem to be scattered 
But shine freely for it. 
Twinklings in a dark abyss, 
It's like viewing a mystical scene 
It's like laying down underneath a tree: 
Streams of light flow through 
Leaved heavens and dusty air 
To fall,piece by peace,onto your visage. 
It's like laying down in an open field 
And little points of light wink by the flicker 
Opening the milkyway that reflects your dreams. 
It's like laying on your bed, but after a while, 
As you reach to open the window curtain, 
Viewing the solid moonlight's smile 
My pieces are scattered 
And they shine in a diameter too broad... 
But by retracting my love from the world's blight 
It unites,giving birth to a new star's light 
That shines within to enlight 
My unborn soul within oblivion's might.

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