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ASPIRATIONS.
Look at the moon, like a great red plum,
Just where the sky commences.
Goodness, how jolly to jump on her top
And sail over houses and fences!
Higher and higher and higher to sail,
Danger delightfully scorning,
Sure she would bring me at last, good moon,
Safe back to earth in the morning.
Just where the sky commences.
Goodness, how jolly to jump on her top
And sail over houses and fences!
Higher and higher and higher to sail,
Danger delightfully scorning,
Sure she would bring me at last, good moon,
Safe back to earth in the morning.
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Fancy how nice to be near some star,
And find out what it was made of!
Except for the danger of falling off,
How little to feel afraid of!
Higher and higher float on, red moon,
Up in the dim sky far go;
Yours were a merrier trip, to-night,
With merry me for a cargo!
And find out what it was made of!
Except for the danger of falling off,
How little to feel afraid of!
Higher and higher float on, red moon,
Up in the dim sky far go;
Yours were a merrier trip, to-night,
With merry me for a cargo!
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