The moon didn’t know he was being predictable
When he decided to wear something different tonight.
He didn’t know that everyone would notice him finally
He’d forgotten the necessary steps to fame.
Oh, here and there someone would light their eyes
On his bright handsome face, or perhaps only a sliver.
But never had his audience truly gazed with such wonder-
Admiration was lifting his spirits to great heights.
Then… oh then, he realized that he was red.
His face had not a sliver of the pure or bright
He could no longer see the sun at all,
And he himself had turned into a shadow.
He was satisfied though, for all the faces of all the people
Replaced the sun quite well- but lo! The sun came back
And the faces of all the people turned away again.
And he was even lonelier than before.
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