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Let me in

to quench this desperate thirst

I have slept on the roofs

and drowned in my apathy.

I heard the song of the wind

in the hills,

and I griefed the ageless lonely

in one day

So let me in,

cause' the Moon saw my mourning,

and I saw yours,

and I saw the gloom of the palace

I have slept on the roofs,

and drowned in my apathy.

I heard the song of the wind

in the hills.

And I griefed the ageless lonely

in one day

The Moon saw my mourning,

and I saw yours.

And I saw the gloom of the palace