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"The Lovers Moon"
If I could but touch the moon,
and trace fingers through her dust,
Would she there find me a friend,
and in my comfort trust.
If I could with loving hand,
gently stroke her astral face.
and with soft laid finger tips,
her craters tender trace.
If I could just hold her close,
and there share with her star light.
Would I again be able,
to live to love the night.
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"Fear Eats the Soul"
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