dark like the new moon
and i hope to see you soon
because i miss you
the world has a different hue
when you’re not around
without you, i feel drowned
in a mound
under the sea
would you mind helping me?
i fear i’m trapped
in the pitch-black, light of the moon.
can you hear me cry?
i need a guiding light
to help me out
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