When the moon rises from the hilltops
Like a firefly in a pitch black sky
Not a soul is heard
A family
Sit on the edge of earth
With a sight to leave you speechless
They dared not tell anyone
For it will be taken
By a thing named doubt
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When the moon rises from the hilltops
Like a firefly in a pitch black sky
Not a soul is heard
A family
Sit on the edge of earth
With a sight to leave you speechless
They dared not tell anyone
For it will be taken
By a thing named doubt