How blue is the moon?
Only he knows, 
How alone is the moon?
Only he knows,
Everyone stares at the moon and loves it,
But no one fathoms him.
Everyone tells their complaints to the moon,
But no one listened to him.
Everyone correlates the moon with their lovers,
But no one makes the moon a partner.
The stars find their soul mate
Only the moon is left desolate.
The moon has no pride; it has pain.
Which only he knows, which only he knows. 

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