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It's newmoon time, you're seeking
suspect every blurry sight
new fallen snow
it flatters in the misty light
Can you hear them speaking?
tones from a hidden place
with a licentious play
they reach you in a sensous way
Do return!
you want to remember his face,
his everlasting smile
the sight of a dream
Do return!
They're not gods,
not human
reality is not far away
not close
is there a reason?
Like a laughing silence
it hits you everytime you turn around
is there a reason?
A unique moment fills you
sorrow is far away
such a spiritual sense
this balance; undeniable!
The tingling in my body
makes me wanna fly
drifting on waves
the only sight is new moon's light
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