The moon tells me a secret:
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own
A million light reflections pass over me
The source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
So let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
Let them press right through
Bringing out our hope and reason
And you will come to find
That we are all one mind
Capable of all that’s imagined and all conceivable



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