The moon it hangs above me
By a thread of great design
Swaying through the emptiness
Before the dawn of time
It hangs above me in orange
It hangs above me in red
Stalking me through my day
Then laying me gently into bed
Somewhere on this earth tonight
The moon is not around
And millions of people forget it exists
Though the night pulses to it's sound
To a rhythm you can't follow
To a harmony you can't match
Causing all the beats known to man
To be humbly set to ash
The moon plays tag along
To a cousin filled with pride
After eons of practice
Still cannot break from her side
But she still glows bright
And she still loves deep
And every night the sun falls
To pay homage at her feet
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