In the moonlight I felt your heart Quiver like a bow-string's pulse In the moon's pale light you looked at me Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you beatiful and haunting, but cold Like the blade of a knife so sharp, so sweet Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain locked away in the forests of the night Your secret heart belongs to the world of the things that sigh in the dark, of the things that cry in the dark
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