The Moon
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Valerie Dohren
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Beautiful lady, born of the night
Floating across the ebony sky
Clothed in soft gossamer, shimmering bright
Beneath all your charms, to love and to cry
With threads of silver curled all around
Spreading your hair as moonbeams that fall
Strands of your glory touching the ground
Celestial light, I rise to your call
Heavenly goddess, climbing so high
Waxing and waning, queen of the night
Longing to touch you, I sigh, I sigh
Wonderful vision, ethereal sight
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