The Moon
I was at the balcony so high
A golden plate shines bright above the sky
Even it's beam fell on to me
On, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free
Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright
That plate gives me a golden sight
Waiting for you, or I'll come to you
I'm waiting for the moon down by the street
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