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The moon was peaked most like a smiling face, I looked from where my window sets a view And I did out from in my hidden place, To go about this world and think of you. I find that trees still grow and leaves are green, And people are about with clothing fine, There some befor that I have never seen, But you pervade the thoughts that just be mine. Then as the night does end a day begins, I know the dreams that still infest my head, They light my world with Spring and Summer things, For some they are of you and I in bed. I with a vision there beneath a tree, I know that there within my soul be three.