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A Bad Moon Rising

The moon has turned “red” on this blue moon.
Profoundness of lucid dreams about The coming trouble becomes mystery, let the fool chase a blunt pavement.

Earthquakes and lightnings, I see bad times today.
Don’t go wandering round tonight.
For it’s bound to take your life.
It flows through the stream of hardened hearts;
Even the stars go right over it.

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