Tempest
I'm lost in your gaze
You my starry moonlight
I miss seeing you
Being near your sweet charm
The more lost for you
I miss walking with you
Before my way back to you
I hope you don't forget me
This wind
Seems to change
Everything turns blue
And I'm drowning
Before the tide
The atmosphere is getting cold
The wait is over
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