Go to bed old man
The full moon said
I'll keep an eye for you
But I just sat and stared
Right back at it
Swaying in my chair
Neither warm nor cold
Neither alive nor dead
Weaving through the poplar tree
The bobbin of some destiny
We all will share
But just then bright Venus chimed in
Over my shoulders flung
One of her favorite songs
Begging me to stand
And sing with her alone
Whatever memory can stir
Whatever love intends
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