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Under the round moon's pearly sheen,
A thousand lights paint the night scene.
Along the Ping's dark flowing way,
The krathongs dance and sway and play.
Fireworks burst in thunderous flight,
Painting stories bold and bright,
While down below, the offerings float,
Each one a wish, a prayer, a note.
The parade moves like a river too,
Floats gleaming gold
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