…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction
Moondance
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night
…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night
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