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Moonlight Starts To Weave
On a lovely eve, Moonlight starts to weave. Clouds drift soft and slow, In a gentle glow. Shades of gray
On a lovely eve, Moonlight starts to weave. Clouds drift soft and slow, In a gentle glow. Shades of gray
In a cozy nook, she rests, Gracie the Pigeon, one of the best. Once her wing was hurt and sore,