the moon is a harsh mistress 
but nothing compared to the sun 
still, without their hard touch and indifferent dance 
the world would be a dead or boring place 

though we be doomed to be dependent on our first mother 
for we make our own reasons 
yours, mines and theirs 
there are plenty of other stars out in this dark sea

still nothing will replace the lose 
at least in our hearts 
when the time comes to find another 
and sail with the new moon tide to a new lover