The strawberry moon glowed over the deep, dark ocean,
Sailing during the night with elegant devotion.
The bright moon was full and in the sky was beckoning
While the small, shining waves below were genuflecting.
The night sky remained so still as it met the big sea
And this magical moon, as I walked, stayed right by me!
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