The moon is not that pretty now.
I am the moon,
The facile light, grazing fom my skin,
The pestering smile, never off my lips.
But walking and rambling, you've come closer,
Knees against your chest, it is getting colder.
You see it more clearly than ever.
Now you know you've seen better.
The moon is scarred, the moon steals light.
I swear I used to be the sun, until one bitter night.
The facile light, grazing fom my skin,
The pestering smile, never off my lips.
But walking and rambling, you've come closer,
Knees against your chest, it is getting colder.
You see it more clearly than ever.
Now you know you've seen better.
The moon is scarred, the moon steals light.
I swear I used to be the sun, until one bitter night.
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