And if the Moon goes out and if the stars go awayand the music that I invented for her falls silentMaybe this night will end, maybe its traces will be erasedMaybe this story of a beast will end without its beauty.that I’d like me not to leave you and doesn’t let me forget youAnd it doesn’t let me forget you, it doesn’t let me forget youand it doesn’t let me forget you and it doesn’t let me forget you
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