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LATE IN THE MOON 1


Alone in my thought at Noon
Sitting under the brightness of the Moon.
Singing and rejoicing all Alone
I thought of several things that suggest some Tone, 
both the known and the Unknown.
The moon thought seems to be the best for Me
cos that where i forget all the pains in and around Me.
As little and ignorant as i Was i knew I've got a good future Ahead 
but I've got to be careful not to destroy it just like some stories I've Heard.
Fear gripped me at the thought of That
the type i can't even explain in my Heart
then i remember there's an Helper
His name is Jesus 
He's ready to guide Me
simply because he loves Me.

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