waiting all day, he hoped night would fall soon
Across the wide lake, the moon rose high
and the little old scarecrow looked to the sky.
"So beautiful are you, big circle of light
each month I look up and wait for night."
"The glow of your heart, turns darkness to day
to see this each night, anything I would pay."
"You rise up high, something I cannot do
and looking at this, I feel I will one day too."
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