I see the rivers under the silvery moon,
Golden star shall sail into the sky;
Fussy teachers will rely on knowing
To teach a lesson to fiery students
About the sun and moon and all else.
Forsaking them is an idea of thought,
But never is the pride of a ghost so long.
For the silver of the moon is far too grand,
And the gold within a star glows like heaven.
Heat is so strong that interference
Makes the transgressor a lesson,
Fulfilling a song from above about the toil
Of this earth, leaving us in sin.
The moon is a companion to the soul
On this world that glitters as much as stars.
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