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The Moon crying in his little room, The night so dark no brightness stark, Tears shed, alone spent, Until bright rays shine up in the skies. But to no avail, the feeling of peril, Overcomes the Moon, like a monsoon. For from deep within the void they appear Goal or motive theirs unclear. Stars burning from within, Outside slowly shining, Seemingly cowards calling from a distance They make the moon fear for his existence. Listen closely, listen wide. From a closed off womb. Do you hear? The Moon! He is weeping in his secret room!

The Moon crying in his little room, The night so dark no brightness stark, Tears shed, alone spent, Until bright rays shine up in the skies. But to no avail, the feeling of peril, Overcomes the Moon, like a monsoon. For from deep within the void they appear Goal or motive theirs unclear. Stars burning from within, Outside slowly shining, Seemingly cowards calling from a distance They make the moon fear for his existence. Listen closely, listen wide. From a closed off womb. Do you hear? The Moon! He is weeping in his secret room!