The night is still and silent,
The moon gives away a beautiful cool light,
There is sweet smell in the air,
And cool breeze blowing through my hair!
But my angel I know cannot feel all this bliss,
As she is in deep slumber within me,
But I know that the calm of the night is upon her too,
As she, suddenly seems to remain still.
As I stand there, feeling her sleep,
I wonder,
What figures might dance through her moonlit dreams?
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