The Moon is trembling in my spoon.
I have my evening tea.
I see the Moon,
I think the Moon
Is being held by me.
My hands are trembling, trembling hard,
As looking for a thing.
The night, and a snow-bound yard,
And roads aren't seen
The Moon
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