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gazing west beyond early light
that breaks into the darkness,
wondering which of these tiny stars
is the one she’ll see above her
my angel sleeps without me there
to hold her close or kiss her awake,
she sleeps in the arms of familiar love
as I love her from this foreign place
what’s a prayer, a wish, a dream?
none of these can be held in hand,
instead I ache without her near
... a distant heart in a distant man
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