I am the new moon, heart's youthful gleam,
Yearning for my new moon, a nascent dream.
What shall my moon be, in the endless night?
I am the new moon, bathed in youthful light.
Yearning for my new moon, a nascent dream.
What shall my moon be, in the endless night?
Listen, my youthful heart, I cannot know,
If we shall meet, where the soft breezes blow.
Listen, my youthful heart, I cannot know,
If we shall meet, where the soft breezes blow.
I am the new moon, heart's youthful gleam,
Yearning for my new moon, a nascent dream.
What shall my moon be, in the endless night?
My voiceless heart whispers, in love I'll stay,
To worship a lost moon, come what may.
My voiceless heart whispers, in love I'll stay,
To worship a lost moon, come what may.
I am the new moon, heart's youthful gleam,
Yearning for my new moon, a nascent dream.
What shall my moon be, in the endless night?
Why do I tremble, as thoughts take flight?
What will he do, embracing me in light?
Why do I tremble, as thoughts take flight?
What will he do, embracing me in light?
I am the new moon, heart's youthful gleam,
Yearning for my new moon, a nascent dream.
What shall my moon be, in the endless night?
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