The soft moonbeam falling
Across the silent land at night
And the cool wind from the top
Of the mountains gently alight
Upon the thick grove of trees
Standing in peace by the sides
Of the river and swirls around
Creating in air crooning tides
The soft moonbeam flowing
Down from the sky in showers
Splashing colour white fields,
Hutments, foliage and towers
Till dawn when the sun wakes
Up from its night long slumber
And claims its reign over sky,
Lands, and meandering rivers.
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