When I see the eye of the moon
Has opened up completely
And leans a little further in
As if for a better view of us
Blinking through shores of clouds
To mitigate its blinding gaze
I start to sense a great being
Whose blazing eye this must be
Some dreamer fully wakened
Looking around an unfamiliar room
Searching for its other eye perhaps
As if it left it here in the world
Pouring through every wave and town
Stopping every woman and man
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