Watching through my window
Greeted by the full moon
Gracing the earth in its grandeur
Let my thoughts sway freely
On the glory of the night
The gray beam of the season
When the ray
Is a smile of insight
And the gray
A voice wisdom
Now the day is here
We are deep caught in vigor
Of the day seasons
And the fears of the night
That comes inevitably
Remember, the night season
Won’t always be in the dark
Or marked in dreads
There would be moon days
To light up the night
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