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The Moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplesg blond
Her cheek like beryl stone
Her eye into the summer dew
The likest I have know.
Her lips of amber never part
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
We’re such her silver will.