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Sometimes the moon tells lies


Sometimes the moon tell lies Sometimes the sun does too The rain and wind I despise And the snow that falls makes me blue. Sometimes a storm comes to late Sometimes a river should overflow Even an angry hurricane can't wait And the wind never fails to blow. But I'm fine with all of that I'm happy to withstand the storm It proves that I'm alive and all that Makes the blood in my veins flow warm. When the moon don't deliver a light And the sun gives up keeping me warm That's going to be my last night The final breath I will likely perform. But the sun will continue to shine And the moon will provide a twilight Not every day should be mine Except from birth to my final night. It's ok cos I understand And the moon never told me no lies? Neither did the sun lend a hand It's just everything on earth sadly dies. Many years have filled my existence Some were happy, some sad The years moved on with consistence T'was the best life that I could have had...
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