Deep in the night
A window bright
Gives me a fright
What is that light?
My groggy head
From hours in bed
Takes up a thread
That leads to dread
I pull aside
A curtain wide
And what I spied
Leads mind to chide
No need to swoon
This night in June
For it's the moon
Feel like buffoon
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Lyrical Porch II
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