Mystery
The moon can’t shine right in a
brightly lit place.
The lady on the cover knows what
she fears.
But I, sitting in a room with
walls and locked doors,
What do I fear?
In you
In me
I like to think of songs that
bluebirds sing
Because they are not sad but
always sing to blue skies
Or perhaps they feel and I choose
to ignore
The things that they fear,
In you
In me
I say and say in you and in me
Sweet signs in stars say and say
Hissing like a snake
Stay hidden till the light is
right
And the moon will be your guide
Till the sun comes up
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