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1:30 p.m. - 2014-12-16 I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: �The night is full of stars, The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. What does it matter that my love couldn�t keep her. That�s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. The same night that whitens the same trees. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. Someone else�s. She will be someone else�s. As she once I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
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