I went to talk to the moon
And the sun doesn't know
Because I needed to warm my wounds
And he'd left me so long ago
She never said a word to me
But her glow was like a fire
The grey loneliness of the days
The cold emptiness of the skies
Forgotten but for an hour
I went to sit down by the moon
And the sun doesn't know
But I needed a silent friend
To see my blood through my eyelids
To feel some light upon my face
To dream of an impending bloom
Remember you'll be back again
Just like the sun to warm my heart.
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