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The moon her magic be, big sad face Of infinity An illuminated clay ball Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks She kicks a star, clouds forgather In Scimitar shape, to round her cradle out Upside down any old time You can also let the moon fool you With imaginary orange-balls Of blazing imaginary light in fright As eyeballs, hurt and forgathered Wink to the wince of the seeing Of a little sprightly otay Which projects spikes of light Out the round smooth blue balloon ball Full of mountains and moons Deep as the ocean, high as the moon Low as the lowliest river lagoon Fish in the tar and pull in the Spar Billy the Bud and Hanshan Emperor And all wall moon gazers since Daniel Machree Yeats see Gaze at the moon ocean marking the face In some cases, the moon is you In any case, the moon
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