| I thought I knew who you were
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| But I didn’t know myself
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| Didn’t see the things hidden
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| In my hollowness
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| Didn’t peep round the curtain
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| Of your exterior
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| And the crack turned into an edge
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| That opens between
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| Listen to the wind singing in the grass, my love
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| As you lay yourself down to rest
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| Listen to the cry of the river in autumn cold, my dear
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| Before I close the gates deep down inside
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| You were
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| Moon of my nights
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| Moon of my nights
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| Those secrets that I revealed
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| Buried in icy bosom
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| Those words that I’ve spoken
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| Taken by the dawn
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| The strings that were connected
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| Separated parts left
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| Read are the rhymes of story
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| Of the endless poet
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| Listen to the wind singing in the grass, my love
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| As you lay yourself down to rest
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| Listen to the cry of the river in autumn cold, my dear
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| Before I close gates deep down inside
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| You were the moon of my nights
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| And you know you were the moon of my nights
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| Moon of my nights
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| You were
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| Moon of my nights
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| Moon of my nights
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| Moon of my nights
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| Moon of my nights |