when the moon went sickle,
I saw you lying in her safety.
It was only a glimpse, but I knew you cared.
If only you were here. If only the moonbeams could carry you down.
But alas, you live by the silver light. Only a touch away.
My soulmate, my friend.
Only you give me strength.
Your name is hope, your name is love.
Your name is the future. But above all, your name is hope.
And I have to succumb, your name is faith.
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