O Cobalt moon,
Colour me in your hue,
Colour me the way you are,
So happy and true;
O Cobalt moon,
Teaser of the night,
Colour me the way you are,
So shiny and bright;
Colour me blue,
Colour me white,
Colour me to live,
Colour me like bride;
Colour me silver,
Colour me pale,
Colour me to live through
All storms and the gale;
O Cobalt moon,
Why can't I borrow?
Your paintbrush and palette,
And colours of sorrow?
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