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In the moonlight I felt your hear

Quiver like a bowstring's pulse

In the moon's mare light you looked at me

Nobody knows your heart

When the sun has gone I see you

Beautiful and hunting but cold

Like a blade of a knife so sharp, so sweet

Nobody knows your heart

All of your sorrow grief and pain

Locked away in the forest of the night

Your secret heart belongs to the world

Of the things that sigh in the dark

...Or the things that cry in the dark