Have you ever stopped to look at our moon?
Tonight its half face sits low in our sky.
In night and day, morning and afternoon,
It remains constant as our lives past by.
To how many loves has it been witness?
How many hands have held in its presence?
With passion in its lovers it does bless,
Start them on their life of happiness thence.
Despite our existence in worlds apart,
And views outside our window never same.
We only need look up and to the heart.
To find the landscape we can both proclaim.
One day we’ll find a scenery that’s ours.
Until then we’ll still have our moon and stars.
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