
Many nights, staring at the moon.
All this time I wished for you.
Thirty years of searching, a long and patient view.
Why did you wait so long?
In practice, my heart was wronged.
But was it practice all along?

Many nights, staring at the moon.
All this time I wished for you.
Thirty years of searching, a long and patient view.
Why did you wait so long?
In practice, my heart was wronged.
But was it practice all along?

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