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I've always been alone. Especially at nights. The loneliness strikes hard on nights I cry, screeming into my pillow. In those pitch dark nights the one gleam of light that fills my room slowly and beautifully is the moon. Irrespective of how it is, where it is, the moon comes to me. Through my window the comfort I get is the warmth of a mother and the company of a friend. On moonless nights it's as if the moon hands me over to the stars, they shine so bright and I wait for the moon to come to me. I wait for the moon to come to me.
The love that beats in my heart so softly but so magnificently sings your name and its melody soothes my soul. Hear me sing and fill the wind, with sighs so full of your name, like the music in the sunset calling the birds home. Do not forget the love in my heart. It calls you trembling, shining so bright in the dark, a gift, a blessing. Come and let nothing burden our souls, that our dreams shine again so bright we place them in the sky so they become stars. Let the sky be our abode, be day or night, may you always look up and think of me.
e.v.e.
