If
someone told you, “Draw the moon
And try to get it right,”
The picture you’d depict would be
What’s hanging there tonight…
And try to get it right,”
The picture you’d depict would be
What’s hanging there tonight…
The
perfect crescent, all a’glow,
Like in a storybook
And it looked less like it was real
With every glance I took.
Like in a storybook
And it looked less like it was real
With every glance I took.
There
aren’t many nights like this
When it is opportune
To behold that classic sliver
Of a fairy tale-type moon.
When it is opportune
To behold that classic sliver
Of a fairy tale-type moon.
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