Oh moon, dear moon, can you hear me?
Your voice is sweet this night.
It shines through the bareness of the birch,
and glitters the snow beneath my feet.
This winding path I tread alone;
It is dark but for your song.
Please tell me we shall meet again
in the wintry slumber of the earth.
You captivate my pounding heart,
and give my spirit wings.
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