Oh, mighty moon,
Higher than the sky.
Would you come down from your heavenly throne,
And grace me with a dance?
For the sky is clear,
As is my mind.
But my heart is clouded with the thought,
That I might miss this chance.
To dance with you,
To see your smile.
To see your luminous eyes,
And feel them see through my walls,
But nay, it is not to be.
Instead I am forced to wait,
Fearing the touch of your cold gaze,
Thus, I must quiet my heart's woeful calls.
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Oh, mighty moon,
Please tell me why,
That if I have changed from stone to flesh,
Why have you grown so cold?
Why must I change,
To suit your impulses,
Until the day we grow old?
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Oh, mighty moon,
I love you dearly.
But the distance between us,
Steadily grows.
What should I say?
What should I do?
Should we just tear out our souls,
And watch as the pain flows.
