The man in the moon is a woman.
Under cover of night
She rises over her domain
And keeps her silent maternal watch.
The man in the moon is a woman.
Her countenance full of curves and craters.
As she lingers around the world,
Her monthly cycle ebbs and flows full.
The man in the moon is a woman.
Father sun sends out his forthright rays
And in a way only a woman would,
She melts them into mystery.
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