In the horizon by the fall of the dark
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Even today appears silver and glossy like my jewel
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In the darkness a cold diamond
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The touch of dreams
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A ceramic flute sounds in your picture
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"Why the sun also doesn't shine on the reverse side of the moon?"
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I ask myself when your light divides my room into shadows
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Lots of clouds in a face of white dust
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Imprints of stellar heaven messengers created your face
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Lots of old-men know your outlines surely by heart
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When they can't sleep in the dark nights
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And I'll also grow old and my hair will become a silver shine
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As grey as yours
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And like all of us
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I'll forget the stupid dreams which oppress me
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And I'll again silently whisper to the darkness
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"What are you hiding, why can't I know your reverse face?"
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Silver Moon
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| Endless |
