Fishy moon
All I can see is the moon tonight.
The sky is full of clouds and the stars are hiding.
A mishapen moon that smells of dead fish.
The sky is full of clouds and the stars are hiding.
A mishapen moon that smells of dead fish.
Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep. It's time I trust my insticts, close my eyes, and leap...
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