The moon is in your body,
I know and I know where
The moon goes when and how.
I know how the moon is burning
And how it is cooling all here,
The movement and the direction
Of the moon be marked with care.
I know the moon being black
In color and at times white
And at other times red and yellow.
I care not the southern side,
Of course, it is true here.
I enjoy the time with the moon
And the moon is mute, needless to say.
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