Man in the Moon

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Man in the Moon

Wrapped in a blanket of ebony, your magnificent light  radiates perfection
Glowing shades of yellow, such a glorious complexion
shining so bright on such a cruel world.. most are sound asleep
except the ones who are on the run, hiding what they've done.. in the shadows that's where they creep
I love to gaze upon your beauty, you are a work of art.
Oh prodigious moon, play me a tune..
using the strings of my heart
Wrapped in a blanket of ebony, your magnificent light  radiates perfection
Glowing shades of yellow, such a glorious complexion
shining so bright on such a cruel world.. most are sound asleep
except the ones who are on the run, hiding what they've done.. in the shadows that's where they creep
I love to gaze upon your beauty, you are a work of art.
Oh prodigious moon, play me a tune..
using the strings of my heart.

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Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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