The Moon
You shine an’ shine in the sky,
An’ shine apart from the stars,
You look very beautiful,
Oh! You beautiful moon
You are a gray disc,
And fairy tales show a rabbit on you,
Your surface is filled with Maria,
Oh! You beautiful moon
Sometimes you become small crescent,
An’ sometimes large gibbous,
Sometimes you become new moon,
Oh! You Beautiful moon
Sometimes the black clouds hide you,
Sometimes the thunder makes you afraid,
But still you face all the sufferings,
Oh! You beautiful moon
You reflect the sun’s light,
An’ the sun doesn’t come in night,
An’ you’re ready to helps us in night,
Oh! You beautiful moon
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