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From highest hill now looking out
O'er yonder city
swells
Mine eyes meet with cloudy skies
The kind this day foretells
For Moon is new, in Leo too
The kind of day I dread
If
I were bright, I'd pull covers up
And stay within my bed
Moon Goddess virtually puts pen in hand
And recites these
words I write....
I'll get no peace for at least three days
Until she
waxes t'ward the light
Is she friend or is she foe?
For all throughout my
life
Six hundred sixty Moons have past,
And still I do not know!
