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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