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Mooned
Look, do you see it?
The man smiling soft at me.
Pale moon just rose.
Huge lacey disc is
Hanging o'er the horizon
Glowing copper gold.
Time goes by......rising;
The puppeteer in the sky
Strings moon on its course.
Oh! now half the size.
Poor man. Though, he's glad to be
High, high in the sky.
