Here Comes the Moon
Oh, once again, the sun is sleeping
One last smile, of which he is greeting
To leave behind the day so fine
To have glazed so well, so divine
In his mind he might have thought
Am I the only reason for hot?
Am I good or am I bad?
Do I make people happy do I make them sad?
The world there is always remains
The thought in minds always refrains
Oh so dark is now as the sun has left
Hard days work end up in a virtual rest
In that sky oh so blue oh so vast
A blaze of gold for the time it last
King of the day with his entire blaze
Leaves us the dark full of sage
Oh yes brightness he has always made
In the top, a reason for shade
To leave us all to come so soon
There goes the sun here comes the moon
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