Dearest moon in this lovely night,
with the cold air and pale blue light,
watch over me as I fall asleep
and all my dreams are yours to keep.
Blessed rain, pour heavy and true,
keep me company till morning is due;
swear to hide my secrets, my whispers, my fears
and I'll celebrate your comings for the rest of my years.
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