Arcing across the sky,
A sliver exited orbit,
A disc of certainty,
And a starry surprise.
Follow the path over the sky,
Its ancient journey,
Wearing a groove on high,
Pock-marked by peoples observation.
Lunar light in nightime,
Gives way to another dull day,
Still it lamps the dark
And awakens natures nocturnal breed.
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