And he sits

The river, it flows
The cool breeze, it blows
The lamps, they flicker and glow

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To the man on the moon

Shine brighter, dude, turn up the wattage

It’s the night & I need you to work for me

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TELL ME…

Why is it that the moon is the backdrop for romantic interludes
When the sun is the setting for a blazing death

Why is it that a spark aspires to be kindled
When the fire it grows into desires to be doused

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