The harvest moon sways dangling from the sky
The trees reflect the hasty moonbeams that
Chase silhouettes down river without reply
Blue morning glories bob in the wind, shy
The orchids watch as raindrops slide--clear black
While the harvest moon sways dangling from the sky
The winking stars look on while heaving sighs
As sounds of hooting and swift shifting cats
Chase silhouettes down river without reply
Bewitching is this time of night when lies
Are muffled and all light and sound refract
As the harvest moon sways dangling from the sky
The winking stars look on while heaving sighs
As the trees reflect the hasty moonbeams that
Chase silhouettes down river without reply
When the harvest moon sways dangling from the sky
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