The crystal ball of the moon

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I may have loved until I could sing

As raindrops and wherever we were

That was the last sight I ever saw of our love

And the second the petals moved so did

The ocean that turned blue

And the moon was my language

Because it only spoke to my heart with love

And then it all come down to the crystal ball

That was held in the moonlight of my dreams

Were mysteries were not the only thing to be kept quiet.

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