It must be the fact that moon is 3 times its normal size. This must explain why my feet barely touch the ground. My restlessness, explained by this strange lunar cycle, my mood ebbing and flowing with the tides. This grin of mine, these dimples I can't hide.
Or, or maybe I am solar powered, a hot, hot summer day has made everything gay, all is ok. The powerful combination of moon and sun. Oh and the Big Dipper that fits snug between two trees in her backyard. Its been a big sky week, fireworks and all.
Or, or maybe I am solar powered, a hot, hot summer day has made everything gay, all is ok. The powerful combination of moon and sun. Oh and the Big Dipper that fits snug between two trees in her backyard. Its been a big sky week, fireworks and all.
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