A Thing Of Wonder

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​That night on the pier, do you remember?
You held my hand, and I took a picture of the full moon. 
I asked you:  'what was it full of?' 
You shrugged and held my hand even tighter.
And I said: 'It's all right. I don't know either.'
Some things are not for us to know, 
But rather they are for us to wonder. 
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