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Moonlight Whisper
Under the veil of silver glow,
The moon ascends, soft and slow.
A beacon bright in endless skies,
Reflecting dreams in quiet eyes.
It spills its light on silent streams,
And weaves through branches, crafting dreams.
Each star a sentinel, standing still,
While moonlight dances on the hill.
It hums a tune the night can hear,
A lullaby for hearts sincere.
In shadows deep, its glow remains,
A soothing balm for earthly pains.
Oh, moonlight fair, so pure, so wise,
A gentle gaze from distant skies.
You speak in silence, calm and deep,
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