Mystery the moon, a hole in the skyA supernatural night light, so full but often rightA pair of eyes, a closing one, a chosen child in golden sunA marble dog that chases cars to farthest reaches of the beachAnd far beyond into the swimming sea of starsThe cosmic fish they love to kissThey're giving birth to constellationsNo riffs and, oh, no reservationIf they should fall you'd get a wish or
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