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The moon appears in western firmament
At dusk its sickle cyclic ending jars
Hung under Mars and Venus spark like stars
An awe inviting mystical event
Yet my eyes from your eyes are shortly rent
I hit souls stepping out of sidelong cars
As we all mill the kiosks and shops and bars
I say a sorry catch no bruise or dent
I seek your eyes I stroll on ionised air
I dream of more and more young gorgeous girls
And dapper dudes aplenty worlds in whirls

And Mars and Venus met in savoirfaire
I see none else you just youre curse averse
The finest figure wedges wool and purse
Chorus averse loath opposed