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Oh, how the moon of night,
brings so many faces to alight,
upon my vision.
And where does she come from, ...
of these many faces and moods.
And what is she speaking of to me,
in these appearances, so proudly.
And do my eyes perceive.
And does my heart hear.
And doth my soul understand.
Oh, of her golden light,
in the indigo sky
and the dark of night ...
Where and how,
amidst all this beauty
and magnificence ...
Can my heart,
in it's rapture,
begin, to answer her.
© Maricet
Promises Under The Moon
By Ernesto Cortazar
brings so many faces to alight,
upon my vision.
And where does she come from, ...
of these many faces and moods.
And what is she speaking of to me,
in these appearances, so proudly.
And do my eyes perceive.
And does my heart hear.
And doth my soul understand.
Oh, of her golden light,
in the indigo sky
and the dark of night ...
Where and how,
amidst all this beauty
and magnificence ...
Can my heart,
in it's rapture,
begin, to answer her.
© Maricet
Promises Under The Moon
By Ernesto Cortazar
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