moon down down moon, here the moon emerges, a sliver, a tear, she is hardly
dressed and shy. she wants to reappear like a starlet who dreams of taking
the stage, owning a thousand rich admirers, but she only lets a foot,
an ankle dangle from the curtains, before, baffling the audience, she
runs into the maternity of the curtain and disappears...
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