Oh Moon in the sky above,
Hark, you call me so.
With your games of hide-and-seek.
Oh how you peek from behind those clouds waking me from my sleep.
Even though, when your gone, how I wish to be with you.
Oh Moon,
Could you help me?
Help me slip back in to a forgotten dream?
When I was a lost girl,
Crying and trying to rise above.
Oh Moon, Oh Pretty moon.
How you taunt me so.
Coming and going
Never aging.
Never leaving for good.
Always returning.
One night your there.
The other,
Your no where near.
O Moon! Oh cruel moon.

 
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