baby when i see your smile,
it takes me back to better days,
when the wind was cooler,
and the music was sweeter,
than any before it.
i cry because the moon has gone red,
the stars are like its tears,
tainting the sky with sadness,
making me feel those fears...
that i had suppressed so long ago,
my lovely woman had her time to go,
and left me in the dark
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