When the full moon wanders out
The freaks of nature jump about
They talk of passages of the sun
Which bring the power to everyone
The stars hold secrets and steer our fate
And guide us to a future that’s great
Listen to the trees they give us clues
About which paths we should use
The cosmic oneness of the universe
Is waiting for us to converse
You see them all out in the middle of the night
Gazing up at the sky at the moon so bright
In the dark and wet and cold they chill
All they’ll discover is how to be ill
People running round as we’re sleeping in our beds
It’s funny how the full moon brings out the empty heads
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