The dazzling moon,
Disperses its light,
Yet the world sets off,
Much far of the moonlit night,
It was it's luck, saved it from the horror, peculiar darkness of day....
Yet, the world sets off, far away through the throny bushes to prevent it from light coming on, but yet he sparkled..The dazzling moon,
Scatters its light,
Yet the world sets off,
Much far of the moonlit night.......
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