new moon dark, the clear night sky. sparkling through wooded acres i spy stars so bright, i look again, wondering what phosphor burns there.
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new moon dark, the clear night sky. sparkling through wooded acres i spy stars so bright, i look again, wondering what phosphor burns there.
