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The sun does set,
and says goodbye at the end of day,
evening skies, give way to night,
peacefully serene. ...
The cooling air chills, just a bit,
Quietness abounds.
The moon begins to take its place,
traversing through the sky,
and there I sit, mesmerized,
as it passes by.
For all who have walked this earth,
at one time or another, have all
seen this mystic orb we call the moon,
to glance a gaze in wonder.
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The calling of the moon
The calling of the moon
