A White Rose Under The Moonlit Night
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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A white rose
Under the milky white moonshine,
My love,
You sitting
Behind the church,
The moonshine flashing over
And you and I close by
Enjoying the moonshine,
Sharing the warmth.
The moon shining over,
Shining and flashing over,
The bats flying
And the night deepening
Over the churchyard
With the trees over
And sitting on the tombstone
We talking apout.
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