nimble
night come to dance
with me to the moon
coyotes haggard fangs show
sucking all the roses dry
all the white roses
child of the winter
wrap your arms around her
tight
holding on to the only
thing that matters
that makes sense on this
midnight ship
the creamy amber moon
rises as the
ship drops anchor
men hold up the stars
which fill
the sky oh so bright
a nice shade of gold
and as she looks at me
her eyes glisten with
such
might
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