A new December moon
Came calling your name And there I still stood To listen to Her song Uncertain for certain Of what She would say Amidst a dead darkenss So silent and unstil But speak she sure did So I could lose a lost mind And open to exhale What I thought would be air For it was time to let go For my mind to give way It was time to be wrapped In something other than day So sleep could birth dreams That I'd found my twin flame After a new December moon Came calling your name
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