In The Moonlight
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Cometh the night,
To see you in dreams,
Eyes closing tight,
As the moon light beams,
Down on the valley,
Where all is now still,
Where the sheep roam the meadows,
Up over the hill.
Cometh dear soul,
Let's walk through the glen,
In dreams I will love thee,
Again and again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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