Moon
Promise me the moon won't fade away. For if She shall, I'll surely lose my way. She beckons like a songbird in the night. She calls out like her wings just won't take flight. She says "take me far away from here". She cries "you are wise beyond your years". as she echoes across pale-lit skies.
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