I fight the silence of the moon
When shadows crawl across my room
And stones lie scattered on the floor
Begging me to give them more.
But here I lie, my strength all gone,
And no one knows how deep the well the longing in my eyes.
No one knows how hard I fought
The silence of the moon
when falling from my tears - the stars -
it shatters into dying sparks.
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