I look at its pretty face Whenever I have time... I rarely look at its face When those gloomy clouds Hide its pretty face anytime... I sometimes see a pretty Part of its face in the daytime... When the sky is clear, In the nighttime, then I clearly stare at its pretty face... Some people look for it Just to say something pretty... In the nighttime and in the Daytime we can see its pretty face If we just look for it... Astronauts love to land on Its pretty surface just to introduce To us anytime... We all love that pretty moon That changes itself into A full moon, into half-moon, into Pretty crescent, ..., ..., etc. It's the pretty moon that we Know clearly with its pretty smile... ______________________________________________________________________
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