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In the death of the sun
The lunar twilight

The emptiness of my voice
Will sing to you

Words will remain
Words that will be

Pure magic
In the deep darkness

As the moon touches the sea
They condemn my body with each dawn
In your skin, eternal lover, take me

I curse being what I am
And not feeling your warmth
Not hearing your heartbeat
I curse this pain, angel of the dark
Your gaze so nocturnal