The light of the moon shines blue through the window of my room
Its light so smooth, so true.
Blue the light glides through the night
Cooling the cool and conjuring the fool
Moved, I sit staring into the sight
The newly fallen snow soothes searing thought of plight
It turns through me and full it is true.
The moon pulls my tide anew
Moving me in the the direction of light and truth
Before I set off I must state this to you
I have been nothing but true to the moon
The blue shows me that to be true.
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