Awash in the moonlight
She moves lithely, a sight
to behold, her hair free,
Flowing black like the night,
Graceful as she can be,
Arms raised, spinning in glee,
Till the moon frames her face,
Hiding behind a tree,
Moonbeams gently embrace
her as she's giving chase
to soft, dappled shadows,
Rays of light, she can trace,
'Neath...
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