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You Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

Oh, But When Love Is Reached Through Suffering, It Has A Power It Can Never Gain Through Innocence.

Oh, The Lies That I Have Told Myself And Others. I Knew It Yet I Didn't Know.

It Was As If This Night Were Only One Of Thousands Of Nights, World Without End, Night Curving Into Night To Make A Great Arching Line Of Which I Couldn’t See The End, A Night In Which I Roamed Alone Under Cold, Mindless Stars.

Oh, If The Moon Only Had A Secret, If The Moon Only Held A Truth. But The Moon Was Just The Moon.