Never have I seen the blue moon
And I hope I'll see her soon.
One day, my teacher told me
I'd have a chance to see.
I behold her mild-yellowed face
Which is unlike a furnace.
Swiftly, she bursts into laughter
As if I am a joker.
Could an artist do me a favor
By painting her with blue?
Thus, I can say I've ever.
Anyway, my hope never becomes true.
- One Whistle -
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