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An' arter dat de moon was new—
 Den half a moon dar'll be;
Den de moon am roun', an' de man looks down
 On de Ian' an' on de sea.

An' he gazes ober all de earth
 'Til he wants to see no more—
Den he slowly turn he face away
 Jus' as he did before.
Dese am de facts ob what yo' call
 De "Mystery profound"—
When de moon keeps changing as yo' see
 'Tis de man a turnin' round!