the moon is quite deceiving
way up high in the sky
sometimes it plays a little trick
that bright mischievous eye
it slowly starts a-blinking
and just as slowly turns
its mournful gaze again to us
each time, so someone learns
how is the moon deceiving?
sometimes i'm not quite sure
but that bright light from so above
turns some men into cur
and some to shaking pansy's
and others to worse fates
yet there is yet good in its power
not all is left to hate
for moon brings too a love song
that falls from sky like snow
and coats all in its blessing
its so hard to say no
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