I am sitting on the moon, waiting for you;
For us to walk hand in hand across the evening skies;
The stars will be the footprints we leave behind;
And as the east turns red, we shall be back on land, as quite as we left;
The footprints shall vanish, with a flicker of your eyelids...
Only for us to make more of them when night decends again.
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