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? Who can sleep when there are words to write, While the moon hangs o're the Slumbering Night, Chasing dreams in shades most Compelling, Pouring into my heart, it's lush secrets telling. Long the willows caress the breeze, While cicadas drone in the darkened trees, Serenade of Moonlight, Softly sighing, Upon the…
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