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Look at the moon when I am gone
On its light my presence will be known And when it is killed by the coming dawn You will no longer feel alone Look in the mirror and you will see Beyond your beauty and angelic grace A shining vision that resembles me That dwells in the passion on your face Listen to the wind and you will hear The distant sound of a beating drum 'Tis the beating of our hearts when we are near Then you will see me, homeward come Heed my words, do not forget My time to return is soon But until I can repay my love's debt Think of me, and look at the moon
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