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Tonight, the moon is dreaming.

Deep in thought, she sheds her tears.

I watch over her silent wandering,

as a lover.

The caress of her pale hands

is surrounded by phantoms.

Through my window, she shines in sorrow.

A cold embrace.

In her arms, she holds my sleep,

the mere beating of my heart.

Lonely nights and quiet longing

await for her.

In the vastness of these black skies.

when all stars have died,

you'll be all and nothing.

Our eternal slumber.

And together, as shadows,

we will find our peace.

We will bloom in darkness

like roses for the dead.