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Moon
She flies over fields
Skipping the trees
Falling into shadows
Does as she pleases.
The moon is a woman
Bright and curved
High and unreachable
Hated and loved.
What we see is part
The dark stays a secret
Bright hides an answer
And covers the weakness.
Here is your sailboat
Now on dry land
Safe from the journey
As gravity planned.
We are the earthbound
We watch you cast spells
She says she’s a woman
But who can ever tell?
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