A man, a plant: so innocent?
The Moon that proves it wrong
Or maybe just makes it absolve
The smoke, the shadow, being shallow
Sunshine blotted by clocks
Nature nurtures many sutures
The Sun bathed the Moon with its rays
The World then moved into the way
The Moon was white, the Moon's eclipsed
The Moon's been drenched in blood from this
Tearing the stem
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