Meadows and moonlight

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We walked through the meadow, the moonlight and me,

When night held the earth within a velvet black sea,

And deep in a silence unbroken by all,

We watched as the stars were starting to fall.

The meadow grass waved to the whim of the breeze;

Those shooting stars fell to the will of black seas.

But I and the moonlight, ’til nighttime had passed,

Just sat there alone in that sweet meadow grass.

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