The moony mind and the sunny heart
Make love together and drift apart
Even the world is divided in halves
Itself only part of something else
On one side my wandering eager self
The hand that's writing this down
And on the other its shadowy double
Just as easily scratching it out
To reach you seems impossible
As if you lived a thousand years
Ago I struggle to see in the mirror
Of your face my own grown old
While you seem not to have changed
At all still young and bold
Still waiting for me in the future
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