I with borrowed  silver shine, 
What you see  is none of mine. 
First I show  you but a quarter, 
Like the bow  that guards the Tartar; 
Then the half,  an.d then the whole, 
Ever dancing  round the pole; 
And true it is,  I chiefly owe 
My beauty to  the shades below.  
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3 comments:
The moon
i think i'll agree w/ bobbo
Very correct to all!
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