The moon has no earrings left, I have them saved to make you a necklace. I found them one morning in the fog when I was walking by the immense sea. A privilege that I thank heaven because no poet could find them. I keep them in a golden chest, they are my only fortune and I will give them to you. The moon has no earrings left, I have them saved to make you a necklace. A privilege that I thank heaven because no poet could find them. I keep them in a golden chest, they are my only fortune and I will give them to you. The moon has no earrings left, I have them saved to make you a necklace. I have them saved to make you a necklace. I have them saved to make you a necklace.