The moon came up with a tip of gold,
Her smile could never be sold,
Some say one day she may shatter,
But never proven in written matter.
Shining so bright in the starry sky,
Rising above us so high,
She shimmered above our heads,
While sleepiness spreads,
Aligning stars in a grand tie,
As she whispers a soothing lullaby.
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