The Moonlight
Oh! Moonlight
A shade-giver at night'
Paints all beauty by light
Through the beam that I sight.
Young lovers enjoy to look,
Pointing their fingers while they talk;
Attracted by the essence of moonlight
Describing their future's days so bright.
Many teenagers are allured of it
Captivate their thoughts along bright nights;
They never mind, there is half side
Where dark color makes them cry.
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