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It's nice, but not meant to be...
I can see the moon through the upper window pane,
It tells me that it's not going to rain.
Its full bloom looming,
resting on an ocean of stars.
You know... the other day she caught my eyes
and she did not let go, as she smiled.
But I know now, shes with someone else;
It's kind, but not meant to be.
And that very day, the sky turned grey.
Eventually, it faded to black
and as the snow came down hard,
it reminded me of all that I lack.
I can see the moon tonight, so clear and bright,
I can see the gods watching the seas.
I wonder... Is their nothing in the eyes of the beholder?,
when looking into the ocean beyond the quay.
And can you love someone whose name you do not know?,
like you love the moon, the sea or the sky.
Do they need a name for you to feel?,
to know where you belong.
And if the wind blows cold tonight,
will I be-able to stay warm on my own.
And when the moon is present with the morn,
does it ever feel lost?
