the line is drawn 
 there is no turning back 
 my eyes are pointed at you 
 and i cannot explain 
 what i feel 
 in this very moment 

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 the child is afraid of the moon, he says it's cold and evil 
 and your moon-shaped smile horrifies 
 and the slow-closing door can easily knock down 
 there is wall you can't get empathy through 
 you won't get a sight of it if you stay in the dark