El de Lune

 

(She bathes her face in tears from the moon

 

Yet somehow the surface stays dry

 

 

 

Saw her someplace, the late afternoon 

 

Was just morning enough to cry

 

 

 

(I know she may not see me now

 

I see the way and I am blind

 

My heart is broken like a vow

 

Like something that you cannot find

 

 

 

Saw her someplace, the late afternoon

 

Her face was bathed with tears from the moon,) 





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Written on 2024-01-03 at 17:52

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