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The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But oh, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty As We shall see
