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The setting of the moon He awaits his love coming soon Moments pass Longing to touch her face His heart floating in space Moments pass Desiring her touch This woman he loves so much Moments pass A sound comes to his ear Is it her? Is she near? Minutes pass He turns to look for his prize And sees a message in her guise Hours pass My dearest love it is scribed As he reads he starts to cry Days pass Apart we must stay Understand this please I pray |
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