The moon outside my window is such soft silent light
It is as calm as the day before the worlds ending
And the clouds above obscure that light
That pale light
So without curtains I sit on my bed
And watch it wallow cross the sky
And sometimes the clouds drift on by
The moon is bright and high
I sit and sigh
For I cannot fly
Though I want to
Though I wish to
Though I try

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