Wm Paul Poet I do not know?

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Clouds at night with lights within,
Filling valleys as dark begins,
Softly, slowly, from brim to brim
I feel inside a voice that sings.
Clearly I see, as if it's bright
But chuckle for I know it's night,
And as I look into clear skies,
Beauty starts to fill my eyes.
The fog it laps the slopes below
And like a river slowly flow
Then with the mist that's all around,
I look about with these eyes found.
The first full moon of the year
Does start a whisper in my ear.

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