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Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue, / Swim in the still dark sky. / Soft are the clouds that cover you; / And Jimmy and Alice and I / Some time, perhaps, a journey will make / Across the sea on your silver wake.
Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blows / From the Milky Way so bright. / Alice told me (and Alice knows), / That I may climb up some night, / And swing in the cradle you make for me, / Higher than even the highest tree.