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The moon and me
we got the same troubles,
she understands
we both hover within
an inch of our loves atmosphere
chasing our sun though
it can never be,
that's how it is
for the moon and me.

I look up wistfully at the chasing skies
She looks down with understanding eyes

Blue when I'm blue
Our love remains true

Bright a golden happy and Swolen
when with in reach of moments stolen

Faded and disappeared only traces
when love doesn't shine on our faces

And excited again dancing up high
When glimpses of love radiate the skies

The game of hide and seek is over
Till the light of love runs away
And the game of tipchasy begins again