|I saw him here again tonight—the man in the moon. He was|
right outside my back door... and he was smiling.
I do believe. I do. I do. I do.
I do believe that there's a man in the moon and that he likes to stare at me through the second story window, cast creepy shadows on the sidewalk when I take out the garbage, and make faces at me behind my back.
If I were the man in the moon, I'd do the very same thing... but with more imagination.
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