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Blue Moon
It's so breathtaking to live in a place such as this one
 To be surrounded by the welcoming smooth sand stone walls
 And to lose your focus in the aquamarine jewel that doesn't like sun
 The only time it will shimmer and shine is when darkness falls
 Atlantis crystal hanging from divine lines of rich metals
 Sheer curtains grazing my cooled skin as the winds blow
 Water pours so that Niagra would be put to shame; a giant's kettle
 Depression and the need for sandy eyes slowly begin to erode
 What a waste it must be of life, to walk on polluted grounds
 And breath in the exhaust of billions of passing vehicles
 With heavy hearts filling with too much lead and falling down
 I'd much rather stay up here with my sisters and watch Mercury trickle
 The only reason I look down there is to obsess over green eyes
 To hope that one day,Luna will build stairs up to this strange place
 Maybe on that single day,fate will let you take off your shoes inside
 My nieces and nephews of the stars will encourage me to step into the chase
 Good thing hope exists,cause if it didn't my being would collapse
 And the pounding thing in my chest would believe there is no soon
 Rough fingers and soft hands be surrounded in silk ribbon wraps
 If you would only look into my dying iris once in a blue moon
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