The Moon's Eclipsed
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James McLain
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From the bottom the tides rise,
It's as long as it is deep.
Loud is the ringing in our ear's,
Were coming home both blind.
The sun, the finish line,
Neither ever wins.
The moon is in eclipse,
And night is gone.
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