Year
Your comforting presence,
nestled in the stars,
moonrise, moonrise,
I reach to embrace you
and your bewitchment,
sprites' flight lifted
by your blue-gray light,
lovers breathless-
coupled in your enchantment,
moonrise, moonrise,
sentinel of the threshold
of heaven.
For centuries you've wept,
you've beamed,
you lull the silver tides,
and our will is lost in-
moonrise, moonrise.
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