Dreamless sleep
and sleepless dream
I’m not from where I used to be.
So defiled by this world
any parents could abandon me,
Mr. D.
And then the moon
that hugs the tree;
and then
A Moon a
better me
& then
A moon a-lovin’ me
& then
A Moon, uh
let me be.
Now in the sun I recognize Nothing.
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