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Floating in silence above reflecting
seas,
Waters clap in a glistening chorus,
Luster rising against the dark,
You are the moon.
Long cold seasons spurnned,
By that fresh cresent of light,
To lift tides of hope,
You are the moon.
Will you let me be your earth,
And orbit in my sky?
Will you warm my night?
You are the moon. |
