When I was walking, he was moving,
When I stopped, suddenly he became still,
When everything moved around,
I just searched for your glance brief,
I absurdly looked up, and you hid,
What is this, isn't a dream?
And I am here you are quite near,
When I am sleeping, your are above my head,
Glimpsing somewhile, somewhile staring,
Peeking in my darkness, limelight you gift,
But, I fear for its after consequence,
You are my moon, I don't want to accept it...
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