Everyone you see, you say to them,
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise, someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
is dying to
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