Nocturnes
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Nocturnes brimming
With the glory of moonlight;
And the murmur of insects;
And the beating of wings;
And soft layers of sadness;
Nocturnes studded with stars;
In the blue black immensity;
In my mind they are
Shadows, shapes
That won't stay fixed.
Light clouds transforming
Into fantastic beasts
And filling the sky.
Chopin composed 21.
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