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Still Moon
Why does one feel with the moon,
Hidden at day and awake at night?
Why does one sing a tune,
Of all that is sad and full of spite?
Why hold on to goodbyes
And keep a sour mood,
When by all the time that flies
You could have been renewed?
O, know that in my mind you fill
And you will always occupy my heart.
So that when the world for me grows still,
Of my soul you w...
Tuesday 19th December 2023 5:06 pm
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