喜866: Fair Moon


Arise, Fair Moon, And Kill The Envious
Who Are Already Sick And Pale With Grief

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Doth Shame Those Stars
As Daylight Does A Lamp

Oh, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand
That I Might Touch That Cheek


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