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No Mother Alas! And The Bed Of Moon

No Mother Alas! And The Bed Of Moon

The Moon in the lap of a cloud
I’m in the lap of my mother!

“Come…come, the Moon! ”

Mother calls the moon for my sake.

Oh! The moon has no mother alas,
To call me for himself!



Sleeping baby!

Though closed his eyes
Talking with us…

Tender laughter
From the opened sleepy lips!

His tiny lower lip…
May be the soft bed
For full-moon, to sleep! !

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