Nicole Middendorf

Rookie (October 9,1996)

Robert 3

When morning finally breaks,
I shall ask of God a quest
Something rather destined,
More soft spoken than the rest,
I shall ask of him the night sky,
For thou art the crescent moon
Shining brilliant o'er yonder moor
(O, where do you fade to?)
When the evening sun finally sets,

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