Hunter's Moon
The full moon, the dark sky.
It never leaves my mind.
It guides me all the way, through the twists and turns.
You burn a mild orange now and again like that of the autumn color leaves.
That beautiful rustic color, oh how beautiful it is.
I wish to pull you down from the sky.
Don't be shy come from behind the moving clouds.
Be my guide through the disaster we call life.
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