Moonlight gold

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The stream of Moon approached my skin
And touched its tender surface
I wish I knew the words she keen
To tell me without purpose

The scars of fairness appear
Through soft obscurity at night
And show the beauty that is here
To teach you comprehend moonlight

The tender grace of moon's reflection
Intoxicates light-hearted mind
And makes you feel a great affection
To the infinite boundaries
No one will ever find

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