1.20.2012

Here comes the moon, the moon..


Everybody's talking up a storm, act like they don't noticed it but here it is and here it comes.. Here comes the moon, the moon..
Impulse always quickens when it's full as it turns my head around me, yes it does and here it comes.. Here comes the moon, the moon..
God's gift I see it's moving up there into the night... Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light: Looks like a little brother to the sun, or mother to the stars at night.. And here it is and here it comes.. Here comes the moon, the moon..
Breath is always taken when it's new, enhance upon the clouds around it.. Yes it is and here it comes, here comes the moon, the moon..

No te das una idea lo que me faltás, ídolo mío♥

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