When the night comes
With its millions of stars
And the white moon
And the cool wind
Making the trees to swing
I sit near the window
Wishing I could live there
And watch the world below
Sleeping in peace to kill
Fatigue of the day's toil
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Night! ! The white moon musing along with millions of stars! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.