I've Given Up On The Stars And Moon
I have no use for the glowing moon
or it’s fancy romantic tune.
Give me the hue of setting sun,
soft and content, hazily spun.
Those glittery stars, pointing north
are not what calls me quietly forth.
Dance me through, sunset’s misty dew
quaint evening skies, settling blue.
Don’t romance me under midnight skies
that speak of lingering goodbyes.
Drifting clouds on blue, I treasure
Glowing sunsets are my pleasure.
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