Quietly, the stars
point the way,
and the path before you
becomes a forest of crystals.
Someday, I want to
protect you from everything,
cradled in the palm of my hands.
On a warm night,
as you sleep,
a gentle light lights up
a house where a small moon still dwells
There is but one eclipsed moon
in the corner of my heart...
May it shine enough
to light up whatever narrow path you take.
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