Love in the Moon
If you could bring civility
To a winter’s moon and brush
The edges of frost from the first
To the very last undeclared beam
You would find me standing there alone
In the brightest of whites that light
This man from the heart and expose
The reasons I have fallen into the
Smile of a crescent moon with you
To a winter’s moon and brush
The edges of frost from the first
To the very last undeclared beam
You would find me standing there alone
In the brightest of whites that light
This man from the heart and expose
The reasons I have fallen into the
Smile of a crescent moon with you
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