There was, there was, there was so much to say;
Seldom did she speak and if a tiny bit...
There is, there is, there is a sparkling moon she seeks;
Always did it light her clouded mind and that all of it...
So she waits, waits for the day to fade to know the story's end..
This night-shine knows how'll the next dawn break-With the tears of Love or broken heart !
Seldom did she speak and if a tiny bit...
There is, there is, there is a sparkling moon she seeks;
Always did it light her clouded mind and that all of it...
So she waits, waits for the day to fade to know the story's end..
This night-shine knows how'll the next dawn break-With the tears of Love or broken heart !
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