brave, laudable Yutu

Now douse your surroundings now look you for clues, oh softly alighting fair sister Yutu. The surface marks easy, please reeve with light touch, now taste with your earphones at strata and such. Sans company wander, the surface of lunar, the Ynki you follow, he whom Russo beat, a long march behind you – of rainbows is rumor. Your patroness kingdom – she lies at the middle – our knowledge you buoy, our heartstrings you fiddle, of wonder elixir is not hide nor hair, not ever returning, back at us you stare. We soar with you gazing up at the same star, your comrades, as always – love Grigovia.

huzzah*huzzah*huzzah

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