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O Moon!

O moon!
Can I ask for a favor?
A word to be heard,
must you take it,
to the one iving afar.
And can you ask,
To wait for me?
I'll return one day,
when you'll shine the same.
Can you ask,
not to whimper much?
For I can hear them,
no matter loud or silent.
Can you show me the road,
midst the dream to home?
Where awaits me,
someone everyday.
Can you whisper to me,
the tales of neverland?
Who we'll meet,
just like you always told me.

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