In a summer, it was in a morning
The Moon slipped and got a pain
When she happen to walk along her way
To see her fate
Bestowed in the mountain
How she became a guest of mine
Forgot I, can’t be told by the time
In her secluded rest, I was told
She has a pain months and years old
It would be better for the world
If I were not born;
For, when she told, she has a pain
I began to loosen my chain
O.. I began to forget my time
And I began to forget my pain.
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