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The moon was peaked most like a smiling face,
I looked from where my window sets a view
And I did out from in my hidden place,
To go about this world and think of you.
I find that trees still grow and leaves are green,
And people are about with clothing fine,
There some befor that I have never seen,
But you pervade the thoughts that just be mine.
Then as the night does end a day begins,
I know the dreams that still infest my head,
They light my world with Spring and Summer things,
For some they are of you and I in bed.
I with a vision there beneath a tree,
I know that there within my soul be three.
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