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She shines at night when the moon is high
Shimmering light, sparkling lunar fly
Salacious but pure, she casts her glance
Smiles implore when the fireflies dance
She whispers and watches and wishes awhile
Succumbs to her roaming desire, beguile
Showers sprinkles of moonbeams to shine in her wake
Small dewdrop reflections hold dawn's secret ache.
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