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The Moon
The cresent moon
Slips in a bath of starlight
And muddles for awhile
Dipping its head
Bobbing the crystaline surface
It was just you and me then
And nothing else seemed to matter
I should have payed more attention
Should have said that i loved you
But i never thought love could leave
Without you ever invoking it
The full moon
Holds still like an eye
Confident and powerful
Bright and motherly
Cold and lonely
Its just me now
And nothing seems to really matter
