every evening as the sun leaves,
it takes along some of me,
leaving the bitter taking the better,
moon, oh how much i yearn for it,
theres a moon on my table,
and one with me all the time,
theres one which causes lunacy
and another hopeless romance
theres the one that loves me dearly
its the one that causes doubt.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
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