The boy who took the moon to moony walks
Each moon is new and brighter as has always been
all hide and seeks which he and nights have always seen
the boy who took the moon to moony walks
moved not his sights and tumbled balky rocks
a king of marbles or a queen among all twinkling maids
a witch of dreams dreadful in her dancing trades
a drop of nectar eloping in the vasts of oceans mad
in what else were not those stony moons were clad
all hides and seek which we have always seen
the boy with moons of ages has turned a little mean
moves not his sights wrapped in greedy sighs
walks swayed wider, asks to hold down raising cries
each moon is new and brighter as has always been
the boy still keen to follow it as he has always been.
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