Waiting on the flower moon waiting to swoon
could it be true for me and you to see the light
in the heat of the moment under the sun when
all is said and done and what has begun to carry
us way what shall we do to make a brand new day
show me the way back to your heart beating in
the dark in the wee small hours only the lonely know
lying there awake with no particular place to go as if
in a song from another time and space going round
and round again and rounder as we go so low you
can hardly hear it, think it or believe until you finally
see it rising in western skies the super flower moon
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