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The moon, night sky, a piece of you that will never die

Darkness, cold winds, the distance seems like another lie

Green eyes, they stare, a silent moaning that i’ll never share

Red hair, shivers, the stars the only light that makes us care

But we’ll never know, a blinding sun that we decline

And we’ll never see, corrupted moon that never shines

But days they grow old, a spark will turn into a star

A dawn of something new, a bitter end to who you are

The sound, of life, a mystic shift from the dying night

Whispers, pale skin, our minds and bodies shortly will collide

Our hope, our time, a new moon misbehaving through our breath

A bird, will sing, as morning comes to bring us to our death

But we’ll never know, a blinding sun that we decline

And we’ll never see, corrupted moon that never shines

But days they grow old, a spark will turn into a star

A dawn of something new, a bitter end to who you are