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Post by Yink on Nov 14, 2005 18:34:21 GMT -5
It's hidden by day, and comes out at night The water cuts it appart and then It becomes one again. Hidden by clouds only to appear so bright Much brighter then its neighbors.
Its beauty cannot be outdone As you stare at it in the water, Your reflection is shown back. It is always there, every day Of every year
This one item. Is the moon.
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