While I walk the darkened woe,
That follows me where'er I go,
Upon the moon of milky white,
I see your face; so fair and bright.

And I think back to our golden days,
Back when we had our wreckless ways,
But lo! then comes the ruthless mourn,
When our two hearts apart were torn.

My soul yearns for your love again,
For it was greater than mighty men,
But its too late; we've turned away,
And as a memory you will stay.

Woe will follow me once more,
Through every sulken, solid door,
Until the moon of milky white,
Diminishes its lasting light!
 
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