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| The | day is long and bitter |
| Night | is cool and sweet, and |
| Is | the only thing that knows what I am |
| Dark | is what hides my precious secret |
| And | the one that will never tell it |
| Cold | is what I feel, even when it is hot |
| But | when night falls, a warm rush flows over my body |
| The | night conceals what others dread |
| Moonlight | is my only friend |
| Is | this the life I am ment to live? |
| My | gift is my curse |
| Only | Luna knows what pain I have |
| Friend | is what the night calls me. |
| I | try to fit in at school |
| Shed | skin of a snake lay in my path |
| One | of the things I try to hide |
| Life, | a thing I can only appreciate during a change that is bitter and sweet |
| For | the only happiness I feel is in the depth of night |
| The | next morning there will be no trace |
| Next | thing I will try to do is to get throught the day |
| And | no one can judge me for what they do not know |
| Nothing | can change what I am and there is one question |
| Can | they accept me fot what I am? |
| Make | me sick is all they do |
| Me | is what people will never know |
| Happier | is what I long to be |
| Than | anything else in this world would be |
| To | run with my kind |
| Run | with the night |
| With | all the pack by my side |
| The | moon knows my sorrow |
| NIght | is my only friend |