A mountain not so tall
Sitting beside the river
A lonely day waiting to fall
Light from the moon will make
It better.
The mountain turns red
Mesmerized by the gracious moon
Into a mystical night he was led,
Cherishing the moment ,
As to keep the night, it can't.
Water falls from the mountain ,
Everyday is a lonely ride,
As the day shines bright,
The mountain waits for the night.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
A mountain not so tall
Sitting beside the river
A lonely day waiting to fall
Light from the moon will make
It better.
The mountain turns red
Mesmerized by the gracious moon
Into a mystical night he was led,
Cherishing the moment ,
As to keep the night, it can't.
Water falls from the mountain ,
Everyday is a lonely ride,
As the day shines bright,
The mountain waits for the night.
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