The Moon's calling me
With a sweet song of the night
Silently draws me
Beyond what seems a fake bright.
Yet in her false art
I see a truth, brain typhoon
Hidden from the eye
On the dark side of the Moon.
She too is fighting
without light, in her own way
Against all the dark
Let it be, let it yet sway.
A mere round mirror
Rendering clear my true self:
A sad double view
A book rotten on a shelf.
Let me go then 'lone
To the darkness you deem loon;
It's light, let me get
One step closer to the Moon.
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