You have the sun, you have the moon, you have the air that you breathe - and you have the Rolling Stones!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
You've got the sun, you've got the moon, and you've got the Rolling Stones.
There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.
You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.
I've done the Rolling Stones eating each other.
The Sun, Moon and Stars are there to guide us.
We got to the moon.
In awe, I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebony void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang, for ever festooned in their orbital majesty. And as I looked at all this I thought... I must put a roof on this toilet.
You know what's really hot? Pop-and-locking, ticking. The moonwalk. Tricks like that.
Oh, don't let's ask for the moon. We've already got the stars.
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.