I could think was that they were listening to us somehow

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 “Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...” 
― William Wordsworth







 “All of sudden, this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow. ” 
― Nicholas Sparks


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