I've seen the moon
It was looking at you
Like a mirror
Implacable grey-silver
Can't make out if I recognise your face
Old moon, are you looking at me?
Are you the same I remember
When I was younger
Those days in colour
Vivid in my memory
Were you always there watching
Reminding me
Some hint that life can be sad
But old moon face
You turn the Sun's face blue
Your silver face makes me mad
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