Those who are beckoned climb with ease
A hill of the moon, still she...
We have so many promises left to keep
The wind of a stormy night wets my cheeks
A rain of tears, and her eyes
We live by struggling against eternity
The sky is rent, a shadow shines
Swear to the stars, and that fading smile
Becomes a round moon, hiding behind the hill
A hill of the moon, still she...
We have so many promises left to keep
The wind of a stormy night wets my cheeks
A rain of tears, and her eyes
We live by struggling against eternity
The sky is rent, a shadow shines
Swear to the stars, and that fading smile
Becomes a round moon, hiding behind the hill
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