Every burning star dazzles, blinds and amuses me
The dashing round moon seems to overlook thy Earth
And yet it seems to grow bigger and bigger and bigger.
I am but a child of the moon but it still frightens me
With its Cheshire cat like smiles once in a while
And sometimes its absence on some frightful nights.
I am nothing but a scared child, a scared moon child.
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