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“Dance,” stars say, but the moon stays.                       
Tiny bright orbs, swim through moonlight.                 
Tangled, they beg and plead.                              
Bouncing, they nag—yearning.                      
Mom pulls Dad’s arm. “Just one dance,” she vows.
Star’s love too bold, the moon submits.




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