I know when I see Those passing clouds hiding That pretty moon, then I can say that I will not able To see for a while... Every time that thing happens When I look upward in the sky... Clear skies always let us Seeing that pretty moon Which we all love in truth... Clouds or passing clouds can not prevent From loving or watching Our pretty moon anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... ______________________________________________________________________
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