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TO THE MOON I CRIED - AND No one answered. SO I WENT TO MEET THEM - BENEATH the moon on a sandy beach... where NO ONE'S TOUCH was within reach. I sat and listened... WHILE A MILLION VOICES - rose and fell on the crest of the waves, Alone I listened - No one stayed... COMFORTING me - WITH AN EMPTY TOUCH. BENEATH THE waves within the mire, NO ONE HELD my heart on fire - The moon shone lonely... AND the WAVES STILL CRIED. UNTIL WE KISSED and when we DANCED - for NO ONE KNEW a true romance. Our flame lost strength - THEIR CRIES FOUND PEACE. SO NO ONE TOOK the final bow, |
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