Now you cannot tie my broken strings back together
and I am not able to cross the path ahead of us,
It is blocked by puddles of the past.
We can no longer bind our book of love,
presently too many pages have blown away;
but I do propose my soul to you and ask that in the future you find me,
I will be waiting for you amongst the stars;
I give to you my half of the moon and ask that if you love me?
Merge with me to make our moon full.
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