The earth will shake, the sky fall down
The mountains all crumble to the ground
The sea's dry up, the deserts flood
The forest burns, grass turns to mud
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Men with many shovels and picks
Attack the ground hard and quick
They dig the hole to get to the stones
The ground is old and buried are bones
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New moon full and high above
Sitting gazing at it with my love
Holding hands on a winters night
All the stars look such a sight
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River flows with poise and grace
Never in a rush, never in haste
Slowly travelling in a gentle ride
But sometimes rough from side to side
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Is my temper controlled by the moon?
It inflates and withers like a balloon
Fiery outburst from deep within
Trying to control it, where do i begin?
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