Roxana Darvish

December 2, 1997
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The moon is whole, and the night is young
Our lives are tied, like the devil's tongue

Stars won't shine in grieving night
Moonlight will vanish out of lovers sight

You are the light and the light is you
Moon will be gone with leaving thou

Daylight won't come after mourning night
And the world will end with our final fight

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