I am the moon and I play a game,
I don’t always look the same.
Sometimes I am round,
A silver sphere.
Sometimes just half of me,
Seems to be here.
Sometimes I am crescent,
Shaped like a smile.
Sometimes I surprise you,
And hide for a while.
Look up in the sky,
For my friendly light.
What shape will I have
When you see me tonight?
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