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Pretty moon...

Moon moon, pretty... shining... moon

You will be gone very soon.

Can you give me any advice...

Before the sun rice?

What have you seen...

Where have you been?

Ooh moon... pretty pretty moon...

Who's blood flows on the ground...

Will that man ever be found?

Was grim reaper there?

Was he even near?

Ooh moon.. Shiny sparkling moon...

The sun is coming...You have to go soon...

When the city sleeps so calm and nice

Who is rolling those dice...

The train passed by my house

Fast and quietly as a mouse...

Ooh moon... shiny shiny moon...

Lighting up the streets in the night

Who have been in trouble? Who have fight?

I see blood all around...

Flowing on the ground...

Moon.. Dear dear moon...

The sun comes and you will be gone very soon...

Where is the bad people now?

Pretty moon, u have to know

Please give me a good advice

Before the sun once again rice

Now the people wandering around in sun heat

Don't the see? The man dead next to their feet?

Do we actually care?

Or is it rare?

When nice people are asleep

Bad people comes to rape and beat...

Moon my friend

Will violence ever have an end?

The sun have now rice...

Once again... I'm without any advice