For someday the moon shall sing a story of ours
She'll sing of missed moments, stolen glimpse, fragile hearts
She'll speak of hopeful whispered dreams during dark hours
She'll remind us of the roles we played, starlit parts
For this may not last, forever not we may shine
At least once upon a time, this lifeline was mine
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