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A child of the moon, his calling

Teddy bear, close at hand

Makes his way up the mountain, crawling

This night, so carefully planned

Not by he, too little to comprehend

But by the light in the sky above

That slowly guides him, to ascend

To be closer, to the one he loves

Every night, it’s the same, this story

How the child and the moon unite

Both bask in their triumph, their glory

Fascinated by each, with delight


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