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| See the smiling, rising moon, Like a peachy child's balloon, Rising 'tween the buildings tall, Making them appear so small. Now it's fringed by wispy cloud, Climbing ever strong and proud. While I sleep the sun will rise, Chasing moon right through the skies. In the morn, lest I forget, Silver moon will hover yet. It has done its best to be Shining for us all to see. | ||
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