Sad Melody

[Note: I wrote this when I was 12 so yeah, it IS WEIRD]
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Under the moonlight,
The Nightingale sings her mournful songs
The stream flows gently while the mountains sleeps,
Flowers bent down their heads to the majestic silver rays of the moon
Oh how the night seems so eerily good.
 
Oh how the moon wishes the Nightingale would see
How he smiles at her,
How much he loves to hear her songs every night,
How much he wishes "If she was mine".
 
The Nightingale kept singing the everlasting blues
The beautiful melodies strikes the night with every tune
Oh how the moon wants her to look at him,
And wish if "He was mine".
 
The moon waited and waited every night
For her to look at him and smile
He wished for her to sing, only for him
But did he know he would never be seen?
 
The Nightingale wounded by the ruthless
Falcon shed blood of pain
Her sweet little feathers gone dull, her voice no more heard.
 
The Nightingale disappeared the following night
She laid down on the grass and looked sad in every sight
Neither she sang nor she looked
At the mournful weeping moon,
All she could do is look at the stars
Who looked back at her with sad stares
She took her last breathe and passed away
Never to be seen the following day.
 
The moon wept and mourned at her death
He remembered how she sang every day
Now the night seemed so drearily grey
He looked around in dismay.
 
The midnight came and the moon waited
Expecting her to return to him
No one came but the lonesome wind,
It flew pass the moon, far away.
 
So he stopped waiting and tried to smile
And pretended he didn't need a friend
He smiled and looked at the other side
And waited for another lonesome night.