The Moon
The moon is calling on a starlit night,
looking for stars to attend his ball,
they are the dancers of the skies
who will hoof and twirl before his eyes.
They are the brightest and most talented,
showing off their greatest and latest steps
as they dance across the celestial ballroom
as eager and enthused as a new bridegroom.
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