Two suns, two stars, two summer nights
Windless and moonlit, two youthful romances
I lived in a gaze on the mirror of eyes.
While they only gave me a few little glances.
A few little glances you gave me, how much
Did they mean to my life, what a life did they touch
Do you think, that my destiny's ruined?
Did you mean with that glance that I'm far from your way?
Do you know what a heart have you taken away?
...And this night, brightest night, it's so mooned! ...
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