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The crying moon

Stamped: 22:26:00

It's one thing to be on call....

And get the weirdest call ever..

It's another to receive a phone call....

Saying that your grandma passed away.



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My dearest popo,
You've fought the fight well.
And now, you're gone home.
I'll miss you much...
Yet, I know, I'll see you again.
Someday.


You ask how deeply I love you,
and just how great my love is.
My affection is real,
and my love is true.
The moon represents my heart.

You ask how deeply I love you,
and just how great my love is.
My affection does not waver
and my love doesn't change.
The moon represents my heart.

So soft was the kiss
that has moved my heart.
Such a deep affection
makes me long for you now.

You ask how deeply I love you,
and just how great my love is.
Consider this,
and look above.
The moon represents my heart.


Yes, the moon represents my heart.
And now, the moon will always remind me of you.

I love you.


-jess-

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