Moon Moon Silver Moon
You are calm and lovely.
But here is my Love-
Why she is ugly?
I brought her, she was like you
Thought I not then what she is now.
She was cute and calm- tender was her age,
She was a pure rose in her dress.
Sixty years passed, wrinkles in her face now.
She has changed a lot, know not how.
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