Fools they are
Trying to catch the moon,
Quench it in a cup of iron;
The moon will sink them as dust.
Fools they are
Thy crowning them king,
Dwelling on a tower a high;
The moon shall blind them as slaves.
Trying to catch the moon,
Quench it in a cup of iron;
The moon will sink them as dust.
Fools they are
Thy crowning them king,
Dwelling on a tower a high;
The moon shall blind them as slaves.
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