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Meant To Be

I wait for you on clear December nights,

Under the moon,

With the tiny shining lights,

Burning light years away,

To look upon this moment,

With nostalgia and happiness,

As the year winds up,

With the right-est wrongs,

And the wrong-est rights,

Celebrating the human you’ve become,

Living, loving, realising,

Moments which were truly,

Meant to be.


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