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Tell me, did you show your face at night
and smile the hours away,
or, likely as not, avoid the light
for blemishes on display?
From slender and pale to full and bright,
through every passing phase,
did your changing shape, width and height
reflect your inner ways?
Was it lonely there, high in the air,
so far away in space,
only distant stars, the Earth and Mars
to accompany you in your place?
Did "growing up" come much too soon,
your youth, a fleeting joy?
Oh, what were you like, Man in the Moon,
when you were just a boy?



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