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Moonlight Falls on Your Left Hand
When you were born, the lightning struck through your ocean That was the last storm you weathered before your incarnation At the time the angel was controlled by the demon
With your feet landing, the world began to tremble and tumble You fell down, got up and fell down again Your hand shaking in the pitch-dark world where no one would Be found or willing to give you a walking stick to prop up a hope
Only at night could you reclaim yourself and choose The moonlight to be your love without scruple And give to him your withered trembling hand
Ah! He seized tight your left hand and left A kiss on your ring finger along with the willful considerate Poem after poem
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