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'The moon clogs the milky way',
and the logs here in disarray?
I will gently brush the moon away,
put my logs in a finer way,
tend my garden and come away
to sing with you in the milky way.
There may be a frown  and a scowl
in the dark alley.
I will go bring the milky way
down here to shine
on every garden and every stray
ray of moon, and make it shine and sing in a different way.