This day is licorice
and this moon curls up to sleep
i feel like i've done this twice
i feel that it's too deep
again i twist around and fall
the climb seems much too steep
i try and give my all and all
i must eventually take the leap
This day is butterscotch
and this moon is flowering free
i know now what is not
and what you are to me
if there's nothing
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