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We are all that we are, so terribly sorry
We are all that we are, so terribly sorry
The moon you felt, it has no side
That's dark like hell, or safe from light
Just blown apart, by wind from stars
With white dust tides to pull on ours

The moon you felt, it has no side
That's dark like hell, or safe from light
Just blown apart, by wind from stars
With white dust tides to pull on ours