The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress
See her as she flies
Golden sails across the skies
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moons a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shine
Good Lord, it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness fell
The moons a harsh mistress
Its hard to love her well
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I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face, yes I did
I tripped and I missed my star
I fell and fell alone
The moons a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone
The moons a harsh mistress
Shes hard to call your own