The moon was high,
She was bright,
And at her fullest,
She was a rare sight,
But beside her,
is my angel,
Who brings youth,
from the heaven to earth...
Yes the rain,
You all missed her,
But I miss her,
Its been an age,
Since she kissed me,
When she lands,
On my cheek,
I catch her hands,
And she squeaks,
I grin at her,
And she twitches me,
The night I could never forget,
But no one remembers...
This eternal love,
Of two mortals,
So divine,
Like you and me...
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