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I find myself lost in the night, without a Moon to turn to. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and I feel like it’s you although you are no longer with me anymore. Now I face the night without being afraid of tomorrow. Poem (C): Me “The Fate of Persephone” (C): Walter Crane “Chill October” (C): Hohn Everett Millais “Four Strings of Violin” (C): Edward Okun ' All the rights of …