this night, the heart is torn
she uses my secrets
to stoke the flames
even the nightingale refuses to sing
how can a fish lose it's way in a pond?
there are no raindrops to kiss the cheeks
no songs to sing
no flute to play
O' midnight moon
shine a little of your light into the house of my heart, will you not?
the stars remain aligned,
yet the path,
I still do not see...
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