Last night, the moon in its fullness shone,
Each shade spoke of your form alone.
Some whispered, "The moon's embrace we see,"
Others, "Her face, eternally."
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone.
We, too, were there, amidst the throng,
And sought our words, where we belong.
We smiled, and kept our silence deep,
As your veiled grace our hearts did keep.
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone.
In this town, tales of you abound,
From us, the gatherings were unbound.
Each soul now utters your sweet name,
A whispered fire, an echoing flame.
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone.
To leave your streets, a wandering vow,
A hermit's path, I'll follow now.
The forests, mountains, all are yours,
Each town and city, it endures.
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone.
O, Heartless One, if you have heard,
What song does this sweet verse afford?
Your lover shamed, your poet's plea,
Your own judge, meant to be.
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone,
Each shade spoke of your form alone.
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone,
Some whispered, "The moon's embrace we see,"
Others, "Her face, eternally."
Last night, the moon in its fullness shone.
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