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Hit By A Wandering Moon - Elysian Fields
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Hit By A Wandering Moon Elysian Fields

Hit By A Wandering Moon - Elysian Fields
Hydrangeas in her basket
Mud on her soles
You know her love is drastic
Where her garden grows

You take her to the seawall
Where the storms hole up
All the lives that lost there
You pour into her cup

Where did this moon come from
Hit by another wandering one
Creating this face we know
The only face we've ever known
When did these feet touch down
You dressed her in this gown

The wind will take the flowers
The earth will eat the leaves
Thunderclouds and showers
Will not tear the web she weaves

Come and drink her down, dear
Drink until you're done
Eternity is spinning
Like a raging sun
A raging sun
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