Silver Moon

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You hang above.
As white as a dove.
Beautiful silver moon.
Underneath you lovers swoon.
You give them a little shove.
Towards love.
You inspire music with a lovely tune.
You even light up a desert dune.
You fit the sky like a glove.
This I'm sure of.

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