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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Tears of The Moon

When the night comes
I look at the sky
I see the moon cry
Without the clouds and the stars

I see the moon cry
So sad and miserable
I cried with the moon
In the grip of the cold night

I froze with the moon
With the pain what I feel
But, the cold was so strong
Kill my imagination

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