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The harvest moon is shining
Over the aching lands
And of this golden omen
Few among us understands
Nor reads the signs across the sky
That whisper to us by and by
That on such moons the world will turn
And burn
And surely burn

The harvest moon is bleeding
Crying to our hearts
For those of us with ears to hear
And see how tumult starts
To know the ancient wisdom here
This sad and blighted time of year
That on such moons the world must learn
And burn
And surely burn

The harvest moon is crying
Tears that fall as blood
And with each drop we’re learning
All we have understood
We desecrate the temple halls
And through the air our judgement calls
So on such moons though we might yearn
We burn
We surely burn

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018