And the moon got lost
Walking alone to the old birch tree
When there was the silence of the words
Walking alone to the old birch tree
The rats were still racing on
And the moon got lost…
And the moon got lost
The clouds were on a marathon
Yet the stars twinkled with
Light and cheery, zest and merry
And the moon got lost…
And the moon got lost
The birds chirped, the bees hummed
The sun was wide awake
The leaves dried and the flowers withered
And the moon got lost…
And the moon got lost
The sandy breeze with the fragrance within
Whipped and circled and told some tale
The tides mystified and roared with laughter
And still the moon got lost!
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