Moon

There hangs the crescent moon
Looking like a scythe
Attach my hopes and dreams to it
And cut me right on sight

The moon, moon, moon, moon, moon
Is nothing but a bad omen
The moon, moon, moon, moon, moon
Is the reflection of my own death



Credits
Writer(s): Pluto Dolohov
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