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I
can
hear
the
soft
breathing
of
the
girl
that
I
love
as
she
lies
here
beside
me
asleep
with
the
night.
And
her
hair,
in
a
fine
mist
floats
on
my
pillow,
reflecting
the
glow
of
the
winter
moonlight.
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