July 9, 1978
The sun has disappeared, the night has descended.
The moon has appeared in her reign.
You are far away, I have to think about you.
Won't you give me your hand,
And won't you tell me you are thinking about me?
The weather is very warm, but my heart is cold.
I feel so alone , because you are not here.
Elisabeth Leonore
Copyrighted 1978-2001
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