I can see the moon under the rain..
crying over you..
and waiting for the love..
he was there..
screaming..
and all the pain killing him..
that moon..
the one who knows you, ,
the bright of blood..
was leaving..
I want there..
under the rain..
calling your name..
playing with my soul..
she was here..
the crazy days..
shouting..
I cried..
she cried, ,
but we were waiting..
and the moon was there..
creating a new world..
away from you..
and me, ,
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