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bitter moon
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my bitter moon calmly travelling over the horizon
your tired horses lost the grass of the love that\'s still sleeping
the secret question in that stranger\'s eye
the moaning balance of our tied hands
embracing the poisonous air
we miss the paradise lost
and cannot foresee from behind
the blinding lies wrapped in red warm sheats
the splendid journey ahead and before it all
forgiveness
your tired horses lost the grass of the love that\'s still sleeping
the secret question in that stranger\'s eye
the moaning balance of our tied hands
embracing the poisonous air
we miss the paradise lost
and cannot foresee from behind
the blinding lies wrapped in red warm sheats
the splendid journey ahead and before it all
forgiveness
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