Bright and round, like a ball of cheese
White and foggy, like a glass of milkshake
That is the moon,
Up in the sky, shining in the night
Fading away slowly, as the sun rises
That is the moon
I want to fly, to touch the Moon”
sang the little girl standing on the stage.
White and foggy, like a glass of milkshake
That is the moon,
Up in the sky, shining in the night
Fading away slowly, as the sun rises
That is the moon
I want to fly, to touch the Moon”
sang the little girl standing on the stage.
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