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2013 As a small child I spoke with the moon
Knowing that we this same vision did share
And beneath her beauty I often would swoon.
In my mind I could hear a wonderous tune,
A song of the night floating on air.
As a child I spoke with the moon
And our dance nocturnal each night would resume.
Beyond her eyes and galaxy I'd stare
And beneath her beauty I often would swoon.
Yet as I grew and escaped my cocoon,
I lost my voice and I lost my care.
As a small child I spoke with the moon.
The world and its people my innocence pruned
Depriving me of my midnight affair.
As a small child I spoke with the moon
And beneth her beauty I often would swoon.
