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The Moon fairies look at our earth

     And ask each other: 'Why
Do mortals live so far from us,

     Divided by black sky?'

From far in space they watch our earth

     As round and round it twirls
And it looks just like blue marble

      With clouds of pure white swirls.

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If they could see our seasons

     From their home far out in space,
They’d be astonished at the colours

      Of this far, far distant place.

They’d see the autumn colours

     As the leaves turned gold on trees
And the beauty of our springtime

     Would be something that would please.

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They'd never hear sweet birdsong

      Or see lovely summer flowers
And they'd never get a snowstorm

      Or, for certain, heavy showers.

They wouldn’t see the snow and ice

     Which crown our mountain peaks
Nor the fields of wheat, our animals,

     Or our rushing watery creeks.

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They’d be jealous of this world of ours

     Seen only in their sky.
Perhaps they’d look at what we have

     And very sadly sigh.

The beauty of our lovely world

     Would give them all a shock.
Their home's so very, very dull,

     Composed of ash and rock.

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