The half moon appears
Bleak with a deep cut
That runs from end to end
With a little curve and short
It takes shelter in me
As if in the mid of a tour
As I lie lifeless waiting
For her on the lap of a moor
Through gaps in foliage
I watch claws of a cloud
Gnawing at the innocent moon
Devouring slowly with a sound
With the moon I weep
I have a cut too in my heart
Deep enough to run to the core
Spilling blood from the start
So my moon, my friend,
Come down to rest by me
Not we but let the love seek us
Forget the pain, live life free
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