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Oh my moon
My faithful moon
Why is it you stitch my heart
With a golden thread of sorrow

Oh my silence
My sweet silence
Why is it that you sing so sweetly
On this numb and forgotten day.

We carry on our way,
a little slower of step,
a little weary of time;
a little sadness gathers
about our eyes so that
all things are blurred
for now.