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Today I am that little star Twinkling low above the horizon In the Eastern twilight. Do you see me now? I'm the one wearing jeans. Tomorrow I am a memory Whispering softly in your ear At times unexpected. Can you hear me now? I'm the one making jokes. Hudson Valley April, 2005 |
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