5d
There are nights the gaunt moon
pretends to be thunder
to enrapture the hell heavy heart
but tonight, she sings not
sweet silence asunder
no light from her lips shall depart
pretends to be thunder
to enrapture the hell heavy heart
but tonight, she sings not
sweet silence asunder
no light from her lips shall depart
a moon held in silence, weeps
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