Has the moon always looked this way,
With its face reflecting the sun’s joy,
And a faint silhouette painting it gray?
Has it always shone with such vigour?
Has it always sung with such soft whisper?
Why does it seem to smile into the night?
It has seen hundreds of days before,
Does it see something more?
Has the moon always looked this way,
Or does it reflect some earthly ray?
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