With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light.
With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light.
How many sorrows, pains I bore,
How many sorrows, pains I bore,
My wound, for solace, did implore.
With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light,
With the moon.
From twilight, the moon, a beckoning sight,
Memories bloomed, in vivid light.
From twilight, the moon, a beckoning sight,
Memories bloomed, in vivid light.
Of love's embrace, of songs of pain,
Of love's embrace, of songs of pain,
Each page unfurled, again, again.
With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light,
With the moon.
In my heart, the tides of sorrow rose,
My suffering, as a song, it flows.
In my heart, the tides of sorrow rose,
My suffering, as a song, it flows.
A longing felt, to touch the stars,
A longing felt, to touch the stars,
Became a pang, that breaks all bars.
With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light,
With the moon.
When night and moon became as one,
Conversations flowed, till day was done.
When night and moon became as one,
Conversations flowed, till day was done.
A timeless wound, it did reside,
A timeless wound, it did reside,
All night, in tears, I did confide.
With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light,
How many sorrows, pains I bore,
How many sorrows, pains I bore,
My wound, for solace, did implore.
With the moon, I walked last night,
All night, the moonlight poured its light,
With the moon.
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