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Maybe another moon to look for,
With another silent place to try,
Here the crowd is too much noisy,
And you are so soft and so shy.
I would feel better your love there,
And fill my eyes with your tears.
I would wait as long as you need,
I would wait from hours to years.
While waiting for each other so long,
If we turn old, weak and then die,
I would like to be born again for you,
With another painful birth to try. |
