The Moon shines like a ray of hope on a warm summer night
Upon the moonlit alpine trail
A willow swims free in the breeze
and wisps of cockerel tail
Flit amongst the trees.
The stars they shine like twinkle toe
On silver running brooks
And in the dawn, gold in the morn
Go babbling little brooks.
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