[Over the moon i go] A n o n y m o u s Under the moon I stroll, Taking it all in, Wondering where this beauty started to exist. Past the moon I ride, Looking at it as I glide right by, Wondering when this long ride will end. Next to the moon I soar, Taking in its beauty I adore, Wondering how big it could possibly be. On the moon I fly, Way up past the sky Wondering how far down my home is. Over the moon I go, Taking in everything below, Realizing I’m falling. Back down I fall, Back into the sky, Breathing in the beauty. Under the moon I stroll, Wondering how did the beauty begin, But I’m satisfied just taking it in.
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