May 2013
I am no longer old
from the month gone by
my dim light shines
right out of the sky
I reflect in the night
a lovers delight
I will see you yet again
when it's time to be bright
from the month gone by
my dim light shines
right out of the sky
I reflect in the night
a lovers delight
I will see you yet again
when it's time to be bright
(new york)
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