before the moon
the moon rove the sky
its garment hung gallantly
like hungry wings ready to fly
say the moon rock the sky
like ancient wings in no mood to fly
the moon deck the sky
its iniquities the dawn must purge
its putrid the sun must scourch
say the moon's king of the dusk
its throne we carry like the tusk
say before the moon,
the sun must fret,
squrry deep into safety
like a roddent before its prey
say the sun's a fret
its garment hung gallantly
like hungry wings ready to fly
say the moon rock the sky
like ancient wings in no mood to fly
the moon deck the sky
its iniquities the dawn must purge
its putrid the sun must scourch
say the moon's king of the dusk
its throne we carry like the tusk
say before the moon,
the sun must fret,
squrry deep into safety
like a roddent before its prey
say the sun's a fret
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