Moonlight Bay
A feeling felt much fonder
Second nature, third when somber
Ah! Ones restless head,
Thoughts, Formations, at bay a bed,
Amongst a growing desire,
Our hearts yearn with scorching fire,
Inevitable slumber left only asunder.
Release ones ponders,
thoughts relinquished over yonder,
to a feeling felt much fonder.
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