The Moon fell fast asleep
As we gazed into its glow Deciding she would like To see where dreamers go But the stars were not so keen To be left there all alone Knowing night would soon grow dark Without the rock they called their stone For the Moon had been their life A mother to them all A lost but loving presence For all things big and small For the Moon could see the truth Within the vast old Milky Way That the sun was not the one Giving light to make the day For the stars and their reflection Were actually behind the ray That would find the hearts of humans And show us how to pray For all the things now shining Beyond the great divide Where dreamers went to live And darkness went to hide
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