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There she sat
In here balcony
On her lap was a little cat
A memory as sweet as honey

The shining light
The beautiful moon
Cold was the desert night
As beautiful as the dunes

She has a place in my heart
One I knew not was
As soft as the dunes which I call the wind's art
Her touch, 'twas one I knew not was.

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