The Moment

The wayward wind winds home at last

Feels the same and bends the mast

The moon rose backward till its past

Time the trickster ticking fast

Oh the faces empty places we have been

Try to so hard to find the moment love begins

October comes the colors change

The trees shake off their summer chains

Nothing ventured nothing gained

Nothing censored or explained

Of the faces empty places we have been

Try so hard to find the moment love begins

If were to slip like a sailing ship

Like a fingertip on your skin

Like my fingertip on your silky skin

Like a sailing boat on a summer wind

On a summer wind

Oh the faces empty place we have been

Try so hard to find the moment love begins

Oh the faces empty place we have been

Try so hard to find the moment love begins

The moment love beings

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