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Moon Down Berceuse  

She finds an even deeper gold
down in her westward spin,
richer than the fables of old
and all their dreams akin...

so soothing to the sleepless soul
who respirates the air,
through which her lunar beams must pass
to charm the eyeballs there!

So graceful is her spectral wave
when settling out of view,
she fortifies the sandman trance
my senses slip into.

And then it's off to sleep I go
before the rising sun,
whose raging light is bold and bright...
but grossly overdone!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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