Lamp Is Calling Little Moth
Lamp is calling little moth,
I was thinking that’s so fun,
Night’s surrounding sleeping Earth,
Too much time before the Sun.
I am falling in the nap,
Night is going make me sleep,
Moth has flutter near lamp,
Crop is ripe, it’s time to reap.
Near lamp my moth will die
It’s too hot for frail wings,
Oh, my sweetheart, can you try
to get off your cruel pins.
And I see I am that moth
flying to the flame of light,
Words have shed, it’s not enough,
And I cannot sleep tonight.
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