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Soft moonlight bathes the land in it's silvery glow... |
| Moon Dreams Dark tree-tops reach toward, A glowing crescent moon. In the sky it hangs, a cross, Shining bright, defying gloom. Below it's luminous rays, A bed of clouds float by. Drifting in listless pleasure, Carried upon a gentle sigh. Night is so still, so peaceful, Surrounding this room of mine. Sleep shall wrap about me soon, Restful dreams are nigh. |