Look out now, lumpy hero
With your military hands
Whatever that they
"It beggars belief that she was a child once
With her
Don't tell me
that you get sick of living
when the
Pale luminescent face
Cumulescent grace now
Borne in shades of
Ruinous
Hey, hey what became of you
And change, had it
You know I've seen her eye to eye
I've seen her
And now
just like
it's always been
You My Lunar Queen
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