Some nights are cool, though with no breeze
The wind is felt inside
And through the lake of many years
A luminous sphere is in sight

The air is a still blanket
Which holds a celestial orb
There’s a cold midnight’s chill
Which may’ve been sensed before

All are under one roof-
The vast atmosphere above
For every day there is a night
Which some abhor and others love

For those who do adore
The old mystic lunar sight
When the moon shines silver
The tranquility is pure delight
 
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