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Today, too, I go on living just enough Keeping in step, wearing my feet out just enough The sun makes me breathless The world has stripped me of all I have Without a choice, with no other alternative, Under the moonlight I am picking up my scattered self I call you moonchild We are the children of the moon We draw breath from the cold air of dawn Yes we’re livin and dyin at the same time But right now it’s alright to open your eyes Because like any movie, like any dialogue (from a movie) The whole world is blue under the moonlight
