The endless moonlight call to me
As if the moon itself would melt
And merge into a distant sea.
I have seen stars that seemed to show
A path that leads where none can tread
And in their effervescent glow
The cobbles glistened overhead.
On certain nights, in certain streets,
The clouds that caught each neon sign
Have promised hidden, pure retreats
Lie just behind their distant shine.
But since moon, stars, and clouds all lie
I much prefer an empty sky.
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