The moon chips off its gentle side
Showing off one of its darkest shade
Pregnant with clouds, the red sky
Blankets the moon, I crane to see
The red cookie behind its tail
Can’t see it naught.
Eclipse on my side of the world
Are only the faint memories of you
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