When The Moon Is Spooned
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All her worries and all the strains
Fly away like the frightened camphor
Pink ecstasy pinning down the pains.
A romantic dark, a cold lengthy night
It's too cold see blurred is the mirror
Twinkling stars are truly over bright.
The transparent windows' glasses
Revealing cuts and curves of the nature
It's naughty Venus, moon it outclasses.
The moon smiling below being spooned,
Friendly Venus deserves a casual adventure,
Me! I've brought sky down, and it's mooned!
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