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Pine moon, spoke too soonBlack lake, spoke too lateBut what same words could these two knowWhen one is so deep, the other to glow?Black lake, lay low and wideWhile pine moon arced across the skyWell some nights her lights came on the wavesAnd some days coals turned up from the bottomPine moon spoke all a-scatteredThat the stars were all linked, as if that really matteredThe unknown deep of the black lakeCould only reach the moon if he evaporatesSo though he lay quiet, and deep he held outThe depths were foundations to find the rest outAs still as a well (?), mysterious hymnsShe closed one eye slowly, her light became dimShe couldn't see how to give her light to the waterLooking up from the depths, he didn't know how to want herAnd what same things could these two knowWhen one is so deep, the other to glow?And what same things could these two knowWhen one is so deep, the other to glow? From Letras Mania