The Moon
She’s like the moon
Mysteriously turning high above our atmosphere
And indifferent, or so it seems
Of what’s happening down here
But the moon is feeling sad now
Crying all day, feeling sour
I really think that it is why
It rains so much more now than before
I don’t think the moon should ever cry
Because the sun dries every tear
Being such an eternal source of comfort for her
Is what I’m wishing for me here
Mysteriously turning high above our atmosphere
And indifferent, or so it seems
Of what’s happening down here
But the moon is feeling sad now
Crying all day, feeling sour
I really think that it is why
It rains so much more now than before
I don’t think the moon should ever cry
Because the sun dries every tear
Being such an eternal source of comfort for her
Is what I’m wishing for me here
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| Auteur: Zarkalo | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 april 2016 | ||
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