Awe the moon on past Fourth night,
so tangle troop as brights in hue,
with deep mid-type,
a point to Left suggest a right,
in the walk the cosmic sigh,
great are the louds of loss,
an Earth in a quad-billionth Steer.
To more so hard, crest the learn One by rock Two by theme,
in sing of Sphere the join of lear,
know reflection gave.
Instruction shore the sands of Clore,
toes that dig with wiggle land,
a Waves with spray to wash the face,
the puddle rain trust aspect lake,
the chill is quiet refresh in speech,
naturally singing dust flying scene!!
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