The Moon

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The moon so bright, lit by the sun,
Let us all know, night-fall has begun.
When she is growing, the term is waxing,
The sight we see, always find so relaxing.

From the small crescent, to the full moon,
The light that shines, will be full soon.

The moon so lovely, reflects the sun light,
Helps us to see, on cold winters night.
When she is leaving, the term is waning,
The sight we see, no reason for complaining.

To the small crescent, and the new moon,
The light that shines, will be back soon.


 
 
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