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we were nomads in this strange love
consumed by the mystery... of love .. of lust .. of us
he was the moon
and i the endless sky ,

this song ... spoke our truth ...
a truth , even this endless sky
was not willing to embrace
so i clung closer to the moon

forsaking .. my duty to the sun
my duty to me
to love me
i gave this love to the moon ...

we were nomads
trying to maintain the planet of our feelings
and he shun the light of life that suspended us ...
and i .. the endless sky ... enveloped everything he gave

but it was time to part
and this pain cannot be written
for its memory i banished from my history
but the dust still lingers
and the space ... that knew us .. still longs ..

but we had to part
in awful sorrow
i fled
i cried
and clung to the sun reluctantly
i loved me reluctantly
reluctantly
i healed
reluctantly ..... i stayed .....
the endless sky ... that cried for days ...

and i wondered ....would the moon find this someday
would he find me ?

but ...." we'll always know the reason why'
the melodies of our memories ...." will stay on " our " minds"