Moon Thief

The moon, a thief, has stolen from the sun

In the cities and forests it is running free

And now the poets have started to sing of his glory

The coward is hidden between branches of trees

 

And it springs back when the sun is not around

With the stolen glow it travels from west to east

The troops of stars are watching it in silence

Like Ali baba and his gang of forty thieves

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