La Lune

O fair-faced moon
Make his pathways bright
Allow him to take a beam
And break it for a trinket in his pocket
That he may never be alone or afraid
Let your light shine on him each day
Let him call you sister
La Lune
Stop by unexpectedly
And wave to him from your throne up high

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