The pail, frail moon on a foggy night
rose up through the mist
gave off some light
shone down on me and lit my way
but the moon can't stop the day
The day goes on and on and on
and shuts the moon out
we're forced to live by the day
but oh what wonders of the night
yes, I'd like to live by the moonlight
the pale, frail moon
it's old and weak
it's future seems mighty bleak
the day puts so much pressure on
i wish the moon would grow strong.
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