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Humane characteristics of the moon and how she perceives the world. |
| She's tied to mystery. Bound by love in history. Center of the end of day. Sharp, or soft in her own way. A dreamy subject in eve's talk. Jealous clouds her pathways stalk. To hide the face that lives forever. The ever-glowing smile ends never. Whisper spooky allegations. Still live her night's temptations. Sees you through in deepest dark. On mellow sighing she'll embark. For if she is, yet rarely, blue; She'll call the stars, who stick to her like glue. Revolve around her, making compliments; Until she smiles, while all the world laments. |