not to write
about the moon
anymore
even though
its white eye
sees through me
into the heart
of darkness
that beats for you
into the mind
of troubles
that won't seem
to let go
when the cold wind blows
they told me
not to look
at the sun
anymore
even though
its bright light
guides me
through the road
of darkness
that goes to you
through the land
of insanity
that never seems
to let go
when the cold wind blows
sun and moon
lead me home
sun and moon
guide me home
(go)
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