The Moon
I crossed my eyes
when it crossed my mind
that’d you’d be leaving soon
I took a chance
when I made that glance
into the face of the moon
I made a leap
off of hills so steep
to catch the purple moon
When the clockwork stops
and the temperature drops
this path will meet you soon
You gratefully lied
as I humbly died
in a coffin on the moon
Because there’s a certain sting
when I hear you sing
“I’m going to meet you soon”
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