M
O
O
N
“Moon …”
She
so
small
fits
in
You
can’t
sleep
and
beg,
“Out …”
On
shoulders
you
ride
at
mid~
night
under
the
moon
When,
at
last
you
slump
over
I
catch
your
small
body
in
my
arms
Mother and Child -- Gustav Klimt
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