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everybody knows
that the moon is made of cheese
and he who suffers most
finds the purest joys with ease
genuine pain
waxes yonder the carnal
but waning pain
is seemingly eternal
everybody knows
that the moon is made of cheese
to he who dreams in desolation
hope springs without cease
patience is the virtue
and love is the end
but the will has its limit
a point to break and bend
everybody knows
that the moon is made of cheese
if not of the moon
what good is the cheese?
the heart transcends reason
gambles as it please
and everybody knows
that the moon is made of cheese
