To the very moon so high,
in the hazy foggy night
through it’s hazy beem of light
in my head, I there will fly.
On my wings of Tranquiliy.
A tranquil shady moonlit night,
under veils and veils of dark,
from my bed, I will embark,
in my birdlike body I’ll start my flight
On my wings of Tranquility
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