The Moon ambled
Lent light to my stream
You didn't loose me in darkness
The song floated
Lent music to your footsteps
I didn't loose you in silence
The water dried
In my stream
The blood dried
In your veins
Dead, alive
We'll stay forever bounded
By soft touch of isolation
You, bathed in gold
I, tattooed in black
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