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ODE TO THE MOON
When sorrowful feelings loom
I often look to the moon
And I confide in her as I would an old friend
I often look to the moon
And I confide in her as I would an old friend
And I know that she listens
In the way that she glistens
And the way my chest feels when I've spoken
In the way that she glistens
And the way my chest feels when I've spoken
She was there at my lowest
When days were their slowest
And on the nights that I felt most alone
When days were their slowest
And on the nights that I felt most alone
She gleamed bright by the ocean
As I sang my devotion
And then she disappeared into thick fog
As I sang my devotion
And then she disappeared into thick fog
And on nights when I need her
She stands proud as my leader
She offers guidance -and casts no judgments at all
She stands proud as my leader
She offers guidance -and casts no judgments at all