Long ago I met the moon,
On such a sorrowed day.
With all my heart, I came to love
That perfect broken moon.
Though on a darkened, saddened day
The moon had gone away.
Thus in the darkness left behind
I was twisted, I was blind.
Until the day I saw the sun,
And the sun looked toward my way.
I began to see, the sun and moon,
Were simply not the same.
The sun out shone the lowly moon
A fool, to be so blind.
So now I see that there is more.
There's beauty I can
find.
In people, places, sight and sound
There's beauty that abounds
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