When the moon dust paints my sorrows,
With each poem they sing,
I come closer to my dwelling,
And forged my long lost being.
When the moon dust paints my sorrows,
With each poem they sing,
I come closer to my dwelling,
And forged my long lost being.
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To thyself be true my friend