The Lover of the Beautiful Moon

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Each night the Lover would wait

For never could the desiring Lover unveil for his beloved

Though both with pining bright would wish

It was their fate to be ever apart


At dawn and dusk they would glance upon the other

But only from afar, and never close

He veiling his strength and power to reach her

Her own silver countenance veiled by dawn or dusk


Their meeting could never be more

Than a quick and burning glimpse

Destiny would sweep each away to be apart

And through the dawn and dark they would wait


Alas, the Lover of the beautiful Moon

Never could he reign with his beloved

They danced round and round, ever out of sight

Always waiting the end of day or night

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