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The cruel Moon hangs out of reach / Up above the shadowy beech. / Her face is stupid, but her eye / Is small and sharp and very sly. / Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad? / No, that's a silly story, lad! / Though she be angry, though she would / Destroy all England if she could, / Yet think, what damage can she do / Hanging there so far from you? / Don't heed what frightened nurses say: / Moons hang much too far away.