Her face is a whiteness that hangs in the sky and dark is the inky expanse that she plies. Her countenance waxes her countenance wanes in some women she causes internal pains in some persons her pull awakens such passions as leads them to behave in strange crazy fashion. As long as we humans have thought dreamed and spoken has her lasting mystery within us woken such dazzling fantasies as one might find within a wild lunatic's clear clouded mind. Lift up the gaze and turn it toward the moon for hers is a bountiful beautiful boon – for without her drawings there would be no tide and life on this planet would have too soon died.
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