Things Eternal

Stepping out this morning
and looking to the right
I saw the same moon setting
that rose the other night.
Just as big and just as bright
Just as low and just as white
as it was the other night.
Some things are eternal.

I have lived enough to know
love sometimes seems to come and go.
I still have hope for love to grow
into love eternal.

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