The moon will rise high in the night sky.
A full-face it will show.
Far away, I must go.
This Friday I’ll miss.
“Goodbye,” I now hiss.
The moon will rise high in the night sky.
A full-face it will show.
Far away, I must go.
This Friday I’ll miss.
“Goodbye,” I now hiss.
Eerily beautiful!
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