By Tender Moonlight
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Jayne Louise Davies
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I felt my eyes begin to close,
There in my dream,
i picked a rose,
so delicately formed,
it's beauty held,
That sweet aroma,
I remember well.
That fragrant flower,
Reminded me of you,
twas then i walked through morning dew,
towards the bench where once you'd sit,
The midnight sky,
now finely lit,
By tender moonlight,
shining stars,
Why is heaven, oh so far?
Jayne Louise Davies
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