Hurry by nightly moon,
Moving cross suspect sky.
My love a certain doom
From a time once gone by.
I bathe in night soon.
Her form is but a sigh.
A blind man with empty stare
Missed the tears pausing there.
Like a used breath it went
But a shadow ago,
And when a breath is spent,
It’s just a wind, you know.
Pass by my earthy tent.
Catch me not in moon glow.
Within loves that never are
Is many a fallen star.
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