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The Moon
There 's a running moon over the lake,
The stream and the moor in a scurrying ride
It runs a chase deep into the night
Something ges it going fast
Shaped round like a ball
In the waters,
Stars wouldn't make it so
Since they are far apart
And they cannot do anything
With the moon's impressive calm piety
Roads and the vast mountainside
All are covered with calm delight
Peace is there wherever it goes
Taking its light over the dark zone
Passing frightful sights of danger bays
With a quick stunning gaze hastens to delay
In bewilderment ,they look up to see
What a passing ball ,calm and pride
There's charm in the ball of ice
As it is.nothing but the moon-pride
Chaste bride awakes whole night
Castes its light with all its might
It's the moon we adore every night