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As daylight turns to dusk and night descends
I focus on a bright and distant star
and think about the people I've called friends
From underneath a pale and yellow moon
I wonder how we've scattered out so far,
how some of them have left me far too soon
But in my dreams, their faces I still see
and pondering their fates and where they are,
I wonder if they ever dream of me.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Nocturna
