The moon has gone by.
As I lay hear to cry,
In heaven I see,
A beautiful person that never loved me,
My heart is broken,
Because it was taken,
To whom I love,
I can never be with.
The authority in my head,
As I lay to bed,
Thinking about him,
The lights getting dim.
My pain is going away,
Cause I am not hear today.
 
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