Under This Moonlight 2
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Under this moonlight, the birds softly dream
In the trees. Under this moonlight, the words,
Come thick and fast like golden yellow beams,
Yet tinged with a certain sorrow. This world
Is often absurd. Moments of beauty
Are increasingly rare in a restless
Age, that has forgotten how to perceive
The sublime, as it's lacking in stillness.
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