Then sat down the moon yonder,
I’m looking away whilst he writes,
He’s looking at me whilst I sing,
I’m winning the hearts again;
My love is asking for my hand,
He’s asking for the way to write,
He’s loving a way through my ears,
I’m seeking a hand to guide me,
I’m looking away for the way here,
Take me from the moon to the stars,
The stars call me hither, hither;
Inhaling the stars there’s a sign,
There’s a pattern that reads:
Beauty is only the beginning in life;
I’m looking for the one to say,
I’m looking away for someone to repeat,
Those words are an absorbent, friend;
My tears are not enough to be gay,
The ways of happiness are known to ye,
I’m stepping through the land,
A distant man once he called me,
My heart raced against me in the tide,
The waves of hair that wind blows,
The sigh whose gales sped past,
A gull that sprees behind me past,
A sign that he’s looking there,
Long have I yearned to finally remain,
Now I’m crossing the sea there,
Someone’s on the other side,
Waiting for me; he is awaiting me.

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