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Over a sea of cold water, among the green mountains
A reflection of the waning moon stops in front of my bed
This heavenly landscape steals a smile and makes me sigh.
The cold air of dawn forces me to look for shelter
My disturbing heart for seeing you at dawn
Waning Moon, what are you doing here?
Are you jealous of bright sun?
Between the sound of the water flowing with patience
Among the green trees that clean my air
You're your waning moon lighting up my look
You always beautiful and elegant, painting the landscape.
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