at the last swatch of blue,
I ride under the moon
- the one before the moon...
before the moon -
that shines as brightly as her eyes
(she, who is
happily trotting along beside me)
and I wonder,
where am I supposed to be
to have the moonlight
right
on me
and light the way
I'm supposed to see?
'cause I haven't found it yet
and it hasn't found me.
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