The Moon Declares

The moon, at night, declares to me
there’s more to know that I can’t see

no matter sun, or dawn, or dusk,
if man is kind or rather brusque,

if seasons pass or years fly by,
the truth is we can always try

Declare at once, it need be said,
that all is well and put to bed.

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