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A WILD MOONLIT NIGHT
I walked hurriedly to her home
On a wild moonlit night
She is in her inner chamber
Painting a picture of us
Naked brush, naked canvas, naked mind
On a moonlit gusty night
There she stands
At the corner of the wooden window
Holding hands with her shadow
I approached gently toward her
Only to discover
That the shadow is mine
On a wild moonlit night
She is in her inner chamber
Painting a picture of us
Naked brush, naked canvas, naked mind
On a moonlit gusty night
There she stands
At the corner of the wooden window
Holding hands with her shadow
I approached gently toward her
Only to discover
That the shadow is mine
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