After noon, bloomed the moon,
Like my grandma' s curved comb;
I listened to lullabies, and stories,
Amidst stars - not alone.
Came a prince with a princess,
Mounting a horse with a sword
And bloomed the moon after noon,
Like my grandma's silver spoon.
I saw the prince with the princess
Again, they came - along the road,
With the moon after noon,
Like my...
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