The moon has ascended between us,
Between two pines
That bow to each other;
Between two pines
That bow to each other;
Love with the moon has ascended
Has fed on our solitary stems;
Has fed on our solitary stems;
And we are now shadows
That cling to each other,
But kiss the air only
That cling to each other,
But kiss the air only
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