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| T The moonlight spoke, it said to me, "Come feel the thrill of liberty." I rose from a bed of downy soft and freely answered the message called. Outside was a sight like a long, lost friend with a message waiting that time has no end. Always will be this heaven's pure light, as I roam all alone through a moonlit night. In silence I strode beneath a cloudless sky, a moon shining down from there on high. No one stirred for all were asleep except for me walking the silver streets. Cool grass tickled my bare moving feet as I traveled a trail through the night so sweet. I stood at my door, prolonging good-bye. Unwilling for ends, I said softly, "Goodnight." And when I'd come in a sweet taste came along of what I had seen and to me now belonged. Some may scoff.. they'll never believe. But last night the moon spoke to me. |
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