Bold an' golden sliver slung low on the horizon
A simple solace for the lonely sole
How many hearts hung upon that crescent
Where waning hope does take it's toll
As this night fades it slowly sinks below the line
Gone again with faith it stole
A figure on a silent stage, the curtain falls
None shall see this final role
No one hears the pain extolled
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone
A simple solace for the lonely sole
How many hearts hung upon that crescent
Where waning hope does take it's toll
As this night fades it slowly sinks below the line
Gone again with faith it stole
A figure on a silent stage, the curtain falls
None shall see this final role
No one hears the pain extolled
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone
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