Hazel's Parents
The sorrow fills our hearts at night
and often, we cry with all our might
just as though we had
lost our very own lad
and then the moon shines very bright.
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We get up to go and sit on the porch
it's like our joy has been lowered a notch
and we sit there, just
so we shall not burst
and then the moon becomes a torch.
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Many a times, we wished
for life to be good, but oh, such pish!
so then we go back,
but a boy Hazel lacks,
and then the moon is extinguished.
