Sometimes the moon shines,
when it's late into the night,
with the stars, a guide.
when it's late into the night,
with the stars, a guide.
Moving mountains,
Falling fountains,
Whispers of time,
And whatever is mine.
Holding power,
A complex shower,
Drawn to the sky,
A magnet within a sigh.
The gleam I know all too well,
With words to say, stories to tell.
Wrapping around me,
Rooted in denial,
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