As the children of the moon pass us by,
they whisper secret names.
And we stand together 'neath the cloudless void,
unmindful of anything else.
You're gone tonight, and blissfully for a moment,
I don't long for tomorrow.
After everything, I miss you,
as I would a tender loving stone.
Obviously cruel, but you are not there.
(2004)
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