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My favourite Nights
How I wished on a Night,
When the Moon has gone to bed,
And the angels whispered to silent the wind,
And put the clouds away, in the closet,
A Night when the breeze is still and diamonds sparkle above in a pitch black canvas.
If you hold your breath, my friend,and listen quietly,you may hear the Universe sing!
Those were the Nights, to remember, to treasure and to long forever more......
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