night of the harvest moon
this night
of the harvest moon
when our souls met again
that I remembered you
when young love’s passion glowed
when young love’s love
would touch
upon the times of old
touch secrets
blowing on the wind
a grain of sand
no one could see…
you heard the strain
of love’s old song
and
you remembered me
when I was young
the night
of the harvest moon
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