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Crescent moon, in the still of night

Quietly gazing, I sense your fright

You’re wondering, will I stop the storm

Or will clouds around you, start to swarm

And hide the light, that lets you shine

The light that comes from one, divine

And should I suddenly fade away

Can you go back to yesterday?

Or will you live in fear of dark?

When at last the Earth, is cold and stark

Crescent moon, my guiding star

I think I’ll keep you, as you are


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