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The silvery moon, high in the sky,
     Looks down from up above
And as she passes overhead,
     She sends you all her love.

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Queen of the dark and sunless sky, 
      She lights our world at night 
But when the sun returns next day
     She disappears from sight.

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The owls come out to hunt at night, 
     And bats fly in her beams –
But children may well see her face
     Well, if they wake from dreams.

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Her silvery rays will light your room
     With a soft and mellow ray
But as our earth turns slowly round,
     She’ll disappear next day.   

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You’ll see the moon’s bright silvery face
     Appear again next night.
That’s when those living where we do
    Turn from the sun’s bright light.

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