I wander across the sky
Like a lonely moon,
Casting its crescents to the dark.
Soon I will disappear altogether.

The night creatures will be safe from the owl
And need no longer their tunnels of grass
Where I now creep
Like a field mouse,
Wide-eyed and trembling.
Everybody has a place in the world,
But I am an echo of some forgotten love song.

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