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I write these lines by moonlight
It steals in across the floor
Silky pale quicksilver dreams
And milky white promises
Flow in from the window
I lean into the cool August night
Into the limbo of late night and day break
Out of my window into the subtle secrets
Whispered from the remote orb above
I watch the tree leaves twist and bend in
The cool night breeze
I think of the way the moonlight bathes everything
And I wonder if you'll bathe in moonlight too