Moonbeams stream
Through new spring leaves
In trails of scented color
Night time calls
As moonlight falls
Beckoning each other
Dryads dance
A moon dust trance
Descends upon the world
Filtered light
A kiss at night
And thus the earth was hurled
Spinning space
The moonlight trace
Casts heaven on your face
Revving cars
And shooting stars
In moonlight's touch of grace.
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