The Moon

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The moon it shines so bright I love to see it every night

Full or waxing I don’t really care if I can see it I will stare from my chair

 

As I shift my focus it guides me though the night

As The moon shines on my fangs it gives me delight

 

Happy or sad I know it wont ever leave me

Because with all of its brightness I know I’ll definitely get my feed you see

And you will be drinking beef tea  

 

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