SWIM, white Moon, in the dusky blue, Swim in the still dark sky.Soft are the clouds that cover you; And Jimmy and Alice and ISome time, perhaps, a journey will makeAcross the sea on your silver wake.
Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blows From the Milky Way so bright.Alice told me (and Alice knows), That I may climb up some night,And swing in the cradle you make for me,Higher than even the highest tree.
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