Three moons

When the summer was well at its height
and I couldn’t sleep cause of my heat
it was then that I saw the three moons.

Oh, the first was as bright as can be
and the second as red as red wine
on this hot twenty-second of June’s.

But the third was the brightest of all
as it shone on my love’s golden hair
and the owl cried its spooky night tunes.

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