Moon, you are slave white, flaky fate forever to go.
I, older than time, and only the world wide
Are steadfast, and not mind that, in the my country
Ant people stars.

And I would not be me to get round your face in the towel screening,
If I would not be dark forever you do not have to be shiny.
In the knee but, my lap leaving you to kiss me,
Moon, I am your queen!