Why ?
Why does the moon look so strange?
A pensive visage, so much like mine,
Not enough clouds to hide behind,
Nor stars close for company.
Why does the fountain sing wistfully ?
A rhythm much like my heart,
Not enough sparkle in the water,
Nor enough joy in the bubbles.
Why does the night feel so lonely?
A cold feeling I feel within,
No company that understand me,
Nor the warmth of fond memories.
Why ?
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