Moon Medley II
Blue moon
This moon so rare it opens doors
For spirits lost to re-emerge
The tears of those lost between
Are free when the moon is blue
Harvest moon
The only time the moon can touch home
Without the barrier of the mid world
The closest we see our coming end
The farthest thing we can reach for
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