sapphire moon set in the sky
How do you spend your nights
so dreary
with a smile set upon your saddened face
When the world weeps itself to sleep
you comfort and council
You lend your ear, and your swollen bossom
to which they can lay thier heads down, and cry
without a word you silence the masses
you carry the wieght of thier lives on your shoulders
because all to well the world knows
that you, Oh sapphire moon, are their makers.
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