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The Moon rises, huge over the rooftops

An hour later, it's shrunk

The scenery makes it grow

Snap a photo of both: pixel for pixel, it's the same disc

It hasn't changed size

Near the horizon, your brain compares it to rooftops, to trees

Too far to be that big: so it inflates it

Look at it upside down, between your legs: the spell breaks

The Sun and the stars get caught the same way

It's not the Moon that grows — it's you who builds it