57 no more no less

As a rain I fall to the garden

as a wind I fly around

As a rain I fall to the garden

as a wind I fly around

in your night

I am the moon watching over

As a fire I carry power

as a dew on the meadow I caress your feet

in your night

I am the moon watching over

as a lake I see whats above

as a sky I listen whats below

in your night

I am the moon watching over

as a hill I keep silent

as a sea I calm your home

in your night

I am the moon watching over

my door was always open

you did not come

I used to love

listen til you are free

somewhere behind the trees there is freedom

look, oh look, its coming

quietly it disappeares

golden trees, falling leaves

we are late

I have loved 

I have lost

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