She arises at the twilight,
Wading and waning throughout;
Among the stars lies her throne,
Where she sits and reigns until dawn.
Accompanying her comes the cold breeze,
Beautifying her lovely presence;
And the fireflies fly along,
Humming their lullaby song.
The world glows with her silver Luna light,
Which is vivid and lustrous at the night;
She disappeares at the crack of dawn,
Veiling her elegance from the Sun at morn.
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