And if the moon did speak
The tales it will reveal
As high as a mountain peak
Dark catacombs unseal
Deep dive to ocean deep
The cracks in craters seep
The lonesome safely speak
The moon silently keeps.
When the moon is round and full
the lonely people speak
Some say that it's the pull
and melancholy greets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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