In a distant past
under the twinkling of the eternal stars
the reflection of crescent moon
descending gracefully upon
serene clear lake
In the vast expand of the prairie
we were lying down on our back
holding hands
on the dew glistening grass
listening to the whisper
of the midnight breeze
that we will meet and be whole again
and again
in this life and next lives
till the end of time
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