I am someone who never
looks at the moon
Call me unromantic
Call me a fool
The moon hides slyly
All through the day
And then slides in slowly
At night to show its face
Reminds me of shy lovers
Keeping from public gaze
Yet ogling at each other
All through the day
They rush into outstretched arms
As moonlight comes in play
With the tiniest glimpse of the crimson dawn
They quickly break embrace
I'd rather follow the unforgiving sun
Who brightens up our days
Whose warmth can get you cozy
Whose heat can burn you away
Who shines through all our glories,
Through our miseries, our disgrace
But come hay, hail or mighty rains
Like me, it finds its way!
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