I see full moon in
the sea. I miss my wife.Li
Drink three jugs of wine.
Midnight. Full moon. I
walk alone by river Ri
Look at moon and cry.
I married full moon
night ten years ago. She died. Full
moon tonight, I cry.
My moons are for my
lover, none else. I want his
soft hands, lips on them.
My lover loves my
moonlike mellons. I like
when he kisses them.
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