As the large and illuminated moon
Rose high above in the sky
The bustling people seemed to disappear
The rustling leaves seemed to calm
You could hear the creaking
Of an old porch swing
Where two lovers quietly talked
The air was soft and still
As the night began her journey
It would be many hours
Before she reached the end
Her journey will be complete
When the bright and raging sun
Rises in the east
But when the sun goes down
Her journey will again have begun
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