I cry for the moon every night
Who am I, without her light
Have cloudy skies hid Luna from view
Or has she been stolen, while we grow blue
Where do lost celestials go
In shadow and day, her children long to know
The dark side is obscured by astrology
We wait for her, devout to silver mythology
Milky Way pearl return to our shores
We wait, for you to adore
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
I cry for the moon every night
Who am I, without her light
Have cloudy skies hid Luna from view
Or has she been stolen, while we grow blue
Where do lost celestials go
In shadow and day, her children long to know
The dark side is obscured by astrology
We wait for her, devout to silver mythology
Milky Way pearl return to our shores
We wait, for you to adore
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