Cease, demonic lover of the moon,
Can’t you see?
Thousand miles across space,
The waves are rolling, tolling, troubling for you.
You, demonic lover of the moon,
What have you done?
To make her ache,
Shed her celestine tears, drag out
The milky way.
Listen to the waves, demonic lover,
The pulse of the moon
It is the sky, the mountain, the forests they reflect,
Alas, but it’s the thoughts of you they carry.
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