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The following is a poem that I wrote about how Harry was feeling during the middle of the war in Deathly Hallows. I occasionally write these when I get the urge. I don't claim that it is written well. I just wanted to share something with you guys. A review would be greatly appreciated.

THE MOON IS UP

THE SUN WENT DOWN

CHASING EACHOTHER

ROUND AND ROUND

TWO LOVERS LOST

IN A NEVER ENDING GAME

GOING UP

COMING DOWN

ROUND AND ROUND

EVERY DAY

THEY BOTH WANT TO MEET

BUT NATURE SAYS NAUGHT

THEY CANNOT HAVE IT

THEY LOST WHAT THEY SAUGHT