beneath this cold moon
There are worlds out there where the sky is burning. Where the seas sleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke, and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea's getting cold..!"*
God forbid the tea
should get cold while a child weeps
beneath this cold moon
*Doctor Who, BBC, 12/06/1989
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