I guess if I look hard
Enough up there, she said,
I’ll see something of that
Sky he was always on
About and those stars he
Raved for and the moon
That had him so enthralled,
But I took no notice then,
Took no heed of what it
Was that had him so hooked
With skies and things and clouds
And birds, but now he’s gone
It all seems so real and
Something of that thrill of
All the sky and things has
Me caught and deeply touched.
Wish that he were here still.
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oh, this is beautifully written
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Thank you.
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