As the stars twinkled gaily in the sky,
they could only laugh -
They watched the moon through all its phases,
crescent, quarter, gibbous, full, and half.
But as she cycled through her lunar changes,
grieving for all love untrue,
the stars sadly noticed that
the moon was always blue.
So, they charmed a gentle nightingale,
"Please sing your pretty tune",
and "the stars beckoned...
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