Silently,
silently in the night
What am I
doing?
Lying on my
bed
I can only see
the moon
Through my
pan
You are far
but still warms me.
Now the moon
has slowly moved behind the clouds
Leaving me
alone, alone
How can be
the night?
No night, no
night
No evening,
no evening
I am dying
When it
comes every time
Thinking of
visions
The faces
of you
On my bed.
Show me the
moon again.
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