It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.
I love you like my soul is not the moon. It’s brighter—and bigger.
I like to see you fully naked like the complete moon.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs Porter / And on her daughter / They wash their feet in soda water.
I don’t care for moon to be on my side, I already have his Master.
If I spelled out the Principles of FaithI would be barking on the moon.
Why doesn’t anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?