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The moonbeams blow in the wind,
Sweeping over the tree tops.
Swirling, dancing with the leaves.
The air is crisp, the sky is clear.
The stars shine brigh lighting,
the dark hollow night
The moonbeams twist around me
past me,
Making the tears glisten
As they fall into the stream,
Following benethe me.
Moon and stars reflect off
the rushing water.
Glistening tears fall, and follow
With the water.
Until the moon has moved its way across the sky.
Awaiting the break of day,
To fade into the distance of this gigantic sphere.
Dusk becomes day and tears freeze under the fiery star.
And fade into sleep,
embroidered in dreams.
Sweet dreams.