We were dancing in the rainbow shadows
Oblivious to the vigilant moon
But I had a deliberate glance
That turned my gaze into sweet deliberation
Then, I could see the dancing moon,
Without its burning delight!
And I knew that cause is sweet
Sweeter than how our senses rhyme
But when I whispered this secret, you coyly replied
Hush! The moon is land of cheese—all green and dry.
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