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The lonely man in the moon is drinking
Moonshine, like a pair of star-crossed lovers.
And his spinning head is slowly sinking
As, to the lovers, there are no others.


The slowest dance, and all time slows down.
He'd take a chance, but the Earth holds his hand,
Busybody stargazer with a frown,
And the moon's always been an one-night stand.


Morning comes and and they all slip, slip away.
And the sun swaggers in without feeling,
Unyoked to Youth's passions, he is blase.
No one is heeling. No, none are healing.



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