The moon is a basket of great diamonds, That sparkle, Twinkle, Glow, Like morning sunshine on fluffy snow. The sky is the universe, Enveloping everyone, In dark, Sleepy, Silence, When day is done. Don't forget the stars, That shine like gems, On a black Velvet Cushion So near you could touch them. All of this together, Makes it easy to see That not only day Is called Beauty.

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