the moon cried last night
though her shining face may lie
i saw her tears at dawn
glistening on the gras in the lawn
the sun he dried them away
they met for a few minutes today
the empty hours between day and night
when the world is fast asleep
now the moon is smiling
and silly day dreams weaving
and the crickets are singing
and a beautiful day is unfolding
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