The moonlight dances on the sea,
A silver song of mystery.
Soft waves whisper to the shore,
Tales of love and days of yore.
The stars like scattered dreams above,
Glow with silent, endless love.
The night wind hums a lullaby,
A melody that drifts on high.
Oh fleeting time, so swift, so bold,
You turn the young, you fade the old.
Yet in the moon's eternal glow,
A trace of every heart will show.
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