As the crescent moon falls I;
Ponder if I will ever see you again;
as my heart is to wonder.
I learn of thee!
As my heart come to;
thee I learn to love even;
though my heart is pushed away.
I still love thee!
As the black rose of love is tossed;
at me I know in side you love me;
though you don't show.
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