Paper moons dancing above our head
Can we see them beckoning?
Turning slowly
Do we make them?
Spin around
On tender loving fingers
Gently pressing in place
Their loving glow.
Please say we did make them
So we can see more
How they flutter
Touch them now
I bet we could
Press them in place
Like singing ballerinas pirouette
Paper moons dancing above our head
So gentle they lay still.
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