MOONLIGHT UNDER GLASS
There was the last dance
A final movement of the strs
Through the heavens that
No man can own
The last night before roses
When moonlight performed
on darkened waters
and promises were made
Softly as the moment
That would never come again
The Atlantic was so old
So deep in velvet mystery
And words have never meant much
To sleeping gods
I wish now that Neptune had arisen
His trident our judgement before dawn
For then our vows would have taken
The very wings of angels
And flown so very far away
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