a jealous moon jumped down to earth, with an eye for silhouette
she spied the silver spoon at a fork in the road, a tragic statuette
but this silver spoon has a silver tongue
and i'm not afraid, to admit that we we're wrong
"i'll write my wrongs in shallow waters, and hope someone misses me"
"i hope your swimming by the sand when the tide is coming in"
I'm a ruler but i never measure up
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