The moon just rose over the treetops
Overlarge and clear this cold evening
Orange yellow in the darkening sky
It's beautiful, almost round, but not full
In fact, it is just one day shy
My head fills with thoughts of my ladies
You can truly love more than one
No matter what is sung in the songs
I am proof of that, as I do
But each love will detract from the other
Even if only a little
I romantically thought that it wouldn't
The problem is one of completeness
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