Dawn's rays
twinkling disturbed Midnight shade
try hard
you can forget
But
lunar painted silver haze
over the ripples on the wise lake
It is a different tale
when you open your eyes
still it stay
like Arabica aftertaste
ensnare
sanity out of it's shell
and smack it dead
Mind left in a daze
Sunshine
Summer chimes
will soon fade
But
lunar painted silver haze
over the ripples on the wise lake
well that's a different tale
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