Sweet crying child.
Sat once very much alone.
Very much alone in the heavens.
Reflecting apon thses dreams.
These wonderous concoctions of the mind, body and soul.
How he longed deeply to know them ,each and every one.
sat all alone dide he in verlasting youth.
In the moons soft cresant it was the only light in the nights dark sky.
One day he decided to down from his blessed nusery.
To earth he fell.
And to his sad surprise atrocities often did arise.
Crimes, death, poverty, sorrow.
Tears , Oh how he ran begged to leave.
For earth with all its beauty held an unholly curse.
A world so cruel was not made for he.
He returned no longer a boy , he was a man.
Oh how he cried away his boyhood.
Swett glittering tears lighted the sky.
So sits does he and hums his slem sonata.
For he much to gentel to endure our cruel world.
Once a moon child now a man.
The man in the moon.
 
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