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Sun comes up and sun goes down, The moon hangs on a branch's crown. The barefoot child from far-off lands, B…

Sun comes up and sun goes down, The moon hangs on a branch's crown. The barefoot child from far-off lands, Brings green, green grapes into my hands. Note: The moon stays, but the grapes are new? How can both be true at once? How?

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