Selene
Selene the goddes of the moon
Bathed in waters, deep and blue
Driving her moon chariot across the night sky
Now she quite surley caught my eye
I talk to her every now and then
Asking her "why have I bad luck with men?"
And every night theres no reply
After all im talking to the moon up high
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