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I sing to the moon.
I pray to the moon.
I cry with the moon,
and she tells me the ‘why ?’
of beauty and the beast…
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Why do blues-men sing out of tune?
Why do wolves howl at the moon?
Her humours heal old wounds.
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Eurynome…
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I sing to the moon.
I pray to the moon.
I cry with the moon,
and she tells me the ‘why ?’
of beauty and the beast…
*
Why do blues-men sing out of tune?
Why do wolves howl at the moon?
Her humours heal old wounds.
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