Up above, there's a moon
cleaves to earth,
like a lover;
A shiny new orb there
that delicately hovers.
Below, there's a cloud
in the sky,
sailing high,
As the sigh of a bird
under cover.
And inside me, are wings
fighting hard,
just to sing;
and a song that belongs
to a lover.
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