Apon the midnight clear

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Apon the midnight clear,
there rests a creasent moon.
She watches us
with dreamy eyes
waiting to make her strike.
She waits for you
to gaze at her
to make her glorious move.
And with a flash
she hurls her stone
which glistens the brightest of all
and sails the sky
which leaves a trail
Apon the midnight clear





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