He held the letter in his hand,
as he watched it turn to sand.
In the wind it blew,
holding words she never knew.
Fire that burned ever bright,
shifted towards perpetual night.
He held the letter in his hand,
as he watched it turn to sand.
In the wind it blew,
holding words she never knew.
Fire that burned ever bright,
shifted towards perpetual night.
To the Moon 
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