How can something so far away
Drive us to the edge of insanity?
Sixty five percent
Of our body is water
Like the tides
Our moods are controlled
By the moon
Some of us change
But once a month
Others can choose to change
Anytime they want
The few that remain
Are plain and simply nuts
These are known as pure bloods
All together
Lost in the moonlight
We find
The dark side of the moon
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