Blue Moon
The token of appreciation like fire to a steel let burn
Under the blue moon heads held high glory it pass
Fear of the raven scout the harvest scene and breathless
Moment tank the even night moon hunter eye will of mountain
Let it shine
The token of appreciation like fire to a steel let burn
The ant that travel farther from water is hill of redness of gravity
Her
Feet of glory sit in the imagination of sure beauty hands shackle
A scream among the sky for a hero weight of gold of the treasure
That last
How can moon howl back to her thunder of pain
If weight is in value what is her love held as
A tent
Well let me shelter you from the wolves
Cause I see a
Blue Moon.
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