Silver Moon, with mane so long,
Listen so carefully, to my song,
The light so strong, it proves to me,
That it was you, under this tree.
And where I stand, to hear your call,
This is me, underneath this shawl,
When I see your coat, it always gleamed,
It's just as silky as I've always dreamed,
And now I am free, and full of hope,
As I once saw you, gallop down a slope
Yet this is now over, as I shall not ride,
Because of the memories, of you who have died,
And now that my song is near its end,
I shall not forget you, my beloved old friend,
This song of mine has a lovely tune,
So I for one, won't forget you,
Silver Moon
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