When He made the moon,
did He know how we would perceive it?
An unrequited lover of the sun,
basking in her light
Or a jealous satellite,
watching over us while she is away

When He made the moon,
did He know how we would love it?
A familiar sight in the sky,
in all four directions of the earth
Or a sweet night's embrace,
on one lonely night

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