Melodie
In the darkness, you hum a song;
bits of words in a wandering tune.
It holds my heart for a beat, and then
the melody ends, all too soon.
You didn't want me to sing along.
Now when I look to the waning moon
the stars are only made of dust
and the song won't play for us again -
harmony became dischord, as it must...
and the melody ended all too soon.
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