Talking To the Moon
Sometimes, when I'm alone
In the middle of the night
I look up at that twilight zone
With the stars' glistening light
When I look at them, I think of you
But when I think of you, my thoughts are blue
Because of all the troubles that we went through
You were something I couldn't bear to lose
I hate this feeling, of deep chartrusse
Can we go back to the white pastel of the moon?
Do you miss that feeling, like I do?
Are you horribly suffering too?
I am insane; this is terribly true
For I spend my nights, talking to the moon
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