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August 28, 2014

 

 

Oh moonsong

lamenting at my window;

what wants you now of me?

 

Oh moonsong

chanting by my window;

in peace leave me to be.

 

Oh moonsong

fading from my window,

behind the citrus tree.

 

Oh moonsong

return again next morrow,

so alive, I know, I be.

 

 

 

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