Never have I seen the moon turn off its light at night,
Never has it leaped into my room to chat with me or for a moment of unserious trite. 
Always faithful to shine,
As similar to that of a slick wine. 
Running down a stranger's throat,
Swilling as he sips and slurps - those eyes of his like that of a sneaky goat. 
Never have I seen the moon turn off its light at night. 

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