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| The moon is grinning down at me, So happy she is bright and free. Some days she's fat and others lean, But she parades just like a queen. She gets up later every day But doesn't sleep her life away. She stays up later every night Until she fades in morning bright. Her rays so gentle speak of love And give romance a gentle shove. The lovers swear that they will be Faithful as the moon they see. | ||
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