The full moon rises
And the two worlds join
The sidhe dancing in the meadows
Where the students laugh.
The fool moon rises
And the jester plays
Dancing on the edge
Where the weaving fades
The full moon rises
Shining light and shadow
Dark rustles in edges
Of the moonbeam’s shine.
The fool moon rises
Things aren’t as they seem
The illusion is real
The real but a dream.
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