O The Moon...2
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O the moon is beautiful, yet so eerie
Like a wild and darkly seductive stranger.
It's soft, mysterious glow seems to turn deadly
In the hour of madness, when Time suddenly
Stands still, and all those roaring memories flood
Consciousness; until old fears overflow its
Serene banks and streams. And the night extinguishes
Its frail stars, and pours out its terrible blackness.
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