Under moonlight and mist
I find comfort in the past
Embracing their stories
Inhaling all their sad
It’s soft at the graveyard
Yet cold in your memories
But I miss you much more
than our living history
Under moonlight and mist
I find comfort in the past
Embracing their stories
Inhaling all their sad
It’s soft at the graveyard
Yet cold in your memories
But I miss you much more
than our living history
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