The moon

On a stormy night
There was a moon o so bright
Shining on my soul with care
I can’t stop but stare
If it could only tell me
All the things it could see
I could smile, I could cry
Because I could understand why
Why he is all alone
What turned its heart to stone
Why he looks so sweet
Every time that we meet
My dear moon is always there
Beautiful, with flair

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