If I sit on the floor
Of a shrine I built
For myself
I can see the moon
Through a sun-shaped window
And it bathes me
In
The kind of mystery
I always wanted to be
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Waiting for the Moon
If I sit on the floor
Of a shrine I built
For myself
I can see the moon
Through a sun-shaped window
And it bathes me
In
The kind of mystery
I always wanted to be
