When he walks by
I think of love and moonlit sky.
But there’s no moon. It’s clear daylight.
The sun shines bright.
And love is gone like every night.
When he walks by
again I think of midnight’s moon.
But daylight comes and way too soon.
This time I hear him say my name.
I cannot speak. Oh, what a shame.
He walks right by and through the door.
I will not see him anymore
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