Oh moon, beautiful moon.
You are always over my shoulder
Silver and sweet
Slim and fat
you hang like a jewel in the sky
You pull and push the tides in me and the sea
When you are a crescent
my heart sings
When you are low and large
you make me breathless
My love gazes at your face
and maybe sees me
Goddess, legend, myth and companion
Moon, I love you
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