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Today, too, I go on living just enough
Keeping in step, wearing my feet out just enough
The sun makes me breathless
The world has stripped me of all I have
Without a choice, with no other alternative,
Under the moonlight, I am picking up my scattered self
I call you moonchild
We are the children of the moon
We draw breath from the cold air of dawn
Yes we're living and dying at the same time
But right now it's alright to open your eyes
Because like any movie, like any dialogue
The whole world is blue under the moonlight
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GASOLINE ⤏ NUMBER FIVE
Romance" wrote a long letter to the moon one day it isn't brighter than you but I lit a small candle″ [In which Adara encountered a phenomenon after the disappearance of Number Five and has lived her life wondering if her equations would add up at all.] Th...
