You're my precious moon
up in the sky.
Depriving me from sleep
When I look into your gazing eyes.
Cooling my heart and my toes,
the sweet bubbles of a sputtering stream.
Your grace and charm engorges
me with glee and gaiety.
The Copice, Thicket, and Wildwood
Timberland serenades me with
a lullaby free.
Yes, you are my precious moon aspiring on the Horizon
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