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Luna’s lament
My darling, where have those hands been?
I ponder for till death becomes moonlight
Do they ever mourn the soft of my skin?
My darling, where have those hands been?
Caressing warmth and whimper
Do they toil to fathom yearning?
My darling, where have those hands been?
I ponder for till death becomes moonlight
Do they ever mourn the soft of my skin?
My darling, where have those hands been?
Caressing warmth and whimper
Do they toil to fathom yearning?