Land of Loving

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There's a moon in the river who talks to me

I visit her nightly to hear what she sees

She tells me stories of metal and glass

And towers of gold and a young country lass


But my favorite story I've heard from the moon

Is the one with warm nights and mellow noons

"The Land of Loving," she says affectionately

"Its lands are lush and soothing is the sea


At dusk the fireflies come out to dance

As only at night are they allowed the chance

To laugh and play with loved ones in the sky

And light dark paths for unsighted passersby


At dawn I hide and watch the sun rise

As he whispers warm awakenings to sleepy magpies

Soft yellow rays paint cool clouds with blush

And the world with honey, golden and plush."


Her words entice me in so many ways

That I yearn for all that the moon portrays

"Oh moon, if only humans were there instead,"

"Oh, no," she replies, "then its beauty would be dead."


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⏰ Last updated: May 14, 2015 ⏰

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