Between the very dead of night and day,
upon a steely sheet of light, I'll lay
and in the Moonfall, I'll give myself to you...
I'll bathe in Moonfall and dress myself in dew.
Before the cloak of night reveals the morn,
time holds it's breath while it conceals the dawn
and in the Moonfall, all sound is frozen still,
yet warm against me, your skin will warm
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