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The chorus: I'm waiting for midday moon. Midday moon.
I assume mIdday moon refers to the term "land of the midday moon" - the winter days of nearly all darkness in the North, when the sun barely rises.
I love "a broom sweeping up its own bristle." So sad and futile, it just breaks my heart.
The chorus: I'm waiting for midday moon. Midday moon.
I assume mIdday moon refers to the term "land of the midday moon" - the winter days of nearly all darkness in the North, when the sun barely rises.
I love "a broom sweeping up its own bristle." So sad and futile, it just breaks my heart.