Is it an elf falling into the thorns? Invisible man with magic? A flashing little monster? Or the rabbit that got out of the magic hat...

My friends call me One-eyed, 'cause I'm weird but cute! With clear big eyes and serious faces, we keep running as the moon rises. 

We remove the stars, roll up the sky, and put them in the bags on our backs. 

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