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I look at you, my Lunar Queen, my companion,

rose naked to the dew drop's kiss.

And see how lovely you are.

Little round moon, castaway in my love's ocean.

Soft, supple, creased in tiny places,

smelling of fruits and sweet cakes.

You are contained within your smallest finger or nail.

Small, substantive blossom, how my eye dotes on your

morning contours, naked to the days of my life.

Then, at night, I see you caressed in starlight.

How could I resist you when you have fallen

off to sleep tangled in the hands of a dream?

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