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Night Self
By Herbert Merrilel
Here is a night of velvet
blue,
A star to wish upon, a kiss
Folded up in a thought of you.
What more for me than this?
I was the luckiest of men
In loving you. To hope
that such
A magic might occur again
Is asking for too much.
And so I shall stay up
awhile
To set the moon upon its
shelf,
Put out the star, and try to
smile
A little at myself.
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