Hum a little melody to the moon on high,
Sweet lunar showers in a black, spring sky.
Divine the season with a receptive mind,
And caress the present with a cosmic vibe.
Guided harmlessly to pastures green,
By the light of Mother Nature and Father Dean.
Another season exceeds the sands of our times.
And may the troubles of yesterdays fade out with the chimes.
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