The Moon’s Halo

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My dear,
the silver moon hangs in the bright sky blue
dreamy beyond shanty rooftops
my silent dreams and prayers flew
’twas the first time I saw you.

My dear,
I never knew you could appear
a silver orb peeking through clouds
your halo glows like galaxies near
you disperse all my fears.

My dear,
If only I could reach you, touch you
I will do so as if there’s no tomorrow
fill me with your warmth, oh make me glow
this morn when the moon hangs in the bright sky blue.

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