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Wind, wind, sigh, no moon is in the sky, she went behind the hill so far, to catch herself a shooting star. Star, star shimmer, the moon is but a glimmer, she has her sickle in her hand, and mows the grass on heaven's land. Lighter it grows steady, a platter she has ready with very finest silver sand, she scatters over sea and land.