With The Moon
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At a distance, his eyes are with the moon
Enamoured to be there, for so they moan
Of the pleasure of her eyes nice in tune.
Of beauty whose grace shows in her clear tone
Of voice that astounded like the sun's noon.
Virtue of hers, his eyes has truly known;
His eyes go back to when he was a loon.
In the fix of his class, a hand she loan.
With her smile that dazzles like the flower's boon,
How tense now he feels beneath to the bone.
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