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"The Moon (It's Never at Night)"
by Jeph Johnson
Distraught and alone, she sits in a corner foolishly feeling forlorn.
A lot is unknown, hypocrites try to scorn her; there's even a sense she'd been forewarned
She believes each quarter phase of the moon makes more tears well up inside.
So with ease to support her malaise, she sheds sobs; soon those reasons all feel denied
When that sliver of light disappears from the sky we say it is all anew
But it's never at night that those tears from her eyes portray the wet morning dew.
