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I look at the moon
high in the sky...
Wondering why
she mystifies...
Pale silver Luna
bright, mysterious,
beautiful...
I ponder her ways
as I walk
And wonder...
Does she ever
notice me?
high in the sky...
Wondering why
she mystifies...
Pale silver Luna
bright, mysterious,
beautiful...
I ponder her ways
as I walk
And wonder...
Does she ever
notice me?
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