Floating about in space.
As round as my bedroom clock,
With a shining white face.
It's a jewel so many can't see,
But they all not it's there,
They just haven't got the time to be free,
And sit and just stare.
Its lovely brightness which can be seen so bright,
Standing out in a sea of black.
Standing out and lighting the night,
From whee it came it can't be sent back.
It's taken for a lump,
A useless thing in the sky.
But these people would then have the hump,
If it were to die!
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