“My soul is afraid, my soul is afraid of the cold moonbeams in my heart,”
— Maurice Maeterlinck, from The Complete Poems; “Reflections,”
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I’ll be away from you
But I’ll call you on the wind.
When I’m with you everything is real,
Since you gave me your love.
Oh, my love, it’s time to say goodbye.
It’s time to leave, yes, I have to
But I’ll hear your music in the sky
And I’ll keep the night for you.
I’ll be away from you
But I’ll call you from the moon.
You’re with me now and you’ll always be
The other part of me.
— Lovers’ Farewell, by
Cécile Corbel.