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About This Poem
Moon Is My Muse
The chill of night holds old remorse
Like some old song I've heard before
And though a half moon knows the chords
Such crescent music strays off course
Through dark of night all eyes are blinded
Such slender light, so small upturned
With strains of sadness so aligned
Where even stars weep sad nocturnes
Please moon, become the whole you are
I need your lamp to see me through
Although there are one million stars
This night is lonely without you
So slight your smile that fills the eye
Each falling star will search the sky
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For Russell's Contest: Moon Is My Muse
3/3/13
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