Tonight the moolight plays,
she plays with golden rays,
upon my heart and soul,
reminds me of my goal.

The night is reaching end,
but will the moonlight mend,
my broken heart or die,
without your heart's reply.

So I'll make my last dance,
to see your eyes that glance,
when daylight breaks our woe,
we've lost the night our foe.

My last steps in the night,
have been too long a fight,
and be the last ones true,
just hope they'll be with you.

written on: 28-05-2001

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