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The Moon

White dust in my hands
slips down off my bones
this place reminds me of home
seems like this is where it ends.

Mourning stars are not alone
i sing for them in vacuum
but they don't appreciate it,  just like you
tell me what went wrong.

Oh i can hear all the wolves
crying down there
if you would only know
that no one here cares
that this is just an indol in dust
oh i was just like you once...
still...

I thought i was your satelite
but as much as i focuss
i can not influence your waters
at least not enough.
Written by MarekMonster (The Night Hunter)
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