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Beneath the silver glow of lunar light,

A child with tear-stained cheeks would take a sight,

To wash away her pain, with music and with dance,

A heart so pure, with troubles in her stance.

Her laughter and her steps, a sweet symphony,

A melody to mend the sorrowed sea,

A voice so soft, so tender, yet so bold,

A lullaby to calm the restless soul.

The moon, her only listener, up above,

A silent companion in her times of love,

A witness to her sorrows, in the night's embrace,

A beacon of comfort, as the hours would race.

The shadows of the night, with secrets to keep,

As the child twirled and sang, a dance so deep,

The moon would beam its light, upon her face,

A glowing blessing, in this silent embrace.

In whispers soft, she'd speak her heart's desire,

A prayer to heaven, beneath the lunar fire,

A lonely girl, with dreams so grand,

In the arms of the night, her heart would stand.

With each passing moonlit night, her heart would mend,

In the arms of the moon, she'd find her end,

A child of the moon, with a heart so bright,

Under the silver sky, through the dark of night.

And so she'd dance, beneath the glowing sphere,

Her heart would heal, as she'd sing and she'd cheer,

A nightly ritual, in the arms of the night,

A child of the moon, an angel of the bright.

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