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The Moon and…

Over Finland a half moon peeved,
growing pains, it shed tears of silver.
Thousand lakes in dignified forests
wore a smile and on their shores
pebbles danced and sighed.

If she looks out, ice roses which only
bloom in argent light she will see and
golden winged butterflies will kiss her
lips, but only if she thinks of me when
the moon is full

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