O where is your glow my ghostly moon
Alone and palely wondering
All joy and mirth drained from your face
And you no longer sing
O where is your smile my ghostly moon
So miserable and woe-begone
Your torch once bright has lost it's light
And I'm left to stumble blindly on
In the heavens I first met my love
Strolling on the fields of white
He's flown away so high above
And now all I know is night.
I see a halo on thy brow
A flare to guide your love back home
And though you know he'll ne'er return
You dare to dream, you dare to hope
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