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on the surface

on the surface of the moon
my feet are as light as my cares tonight
but my world's just as empty
and the space just as dark
and the moon dust obscures
the best stars in the sky

so I look deep inside
and I search for deeper meaning
but I've been running on bingo fuel
since long before we landed.
the craters are only deep enough
to cradle my head as I lie down to cry
or fall down to die --
time will answer that riddle

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