The stars refuse to shine
In the noon-light
The sun bask the world aglow
But my heart is cold, empty, dark
And filled with fright
Where did my troubled moon go
Now it’s clear clasped in hand
Your radiance eclipsed
By my growing sorrows
The love we had,
Not mine to demand
How can the tides still ebb
The sea rock and flow
If I must let the moon go?
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