On the eve of the New Year We’ll be one year away From a rising blue moon That’ll be on display. Uncommon occurrence Each quarter decade, Two-thousand and nine It’ll be on parade. In time universal As a blue moon holds sway, The heavens bow down As the night slides away. A night to cast wishes, When wishes come true, When a new year’s delivered On a moon that is blue.
Blue Moon
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