Crescent form appears in the serene sky;
Allowing the stars above to increase
Their twinkling lights that make men aim so high
After the cold raindrops in the night cease.
Like a lunule seen by the naked eye,
It intensifies the hand's sign of peace.
No war, no conflict, neither rage nor strife;
As the punch to the moon challenges life!
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