A moon
And still, there is a moon
Shinning alone, looking down at what's too old
The city so bright, has suddenly disappeared
Leaving a black spot where once something was sweet
Dark and so cold
Even under the lights of the moon
Hiding behind windows, blankets, too soon
Cold and too dark, in the room so alone
Still, somewhere near, there is always the moon.
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