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There is a harvest moon drifting

over the city tonight

I have just come home,

leaving the bright lights

to the night mongers.

I stand in cool autumn air,

thoughts rushing forth,

a dove set free.

Our song goes on,

leaving scattered notes.

Pale glows of street lights,

quivering in the

summer breeze,

have a haunting effect

as night’s shadows descend.



These were to be the

best days of our lives.

I watch the night burn away;

the harvest moon will fade,

and April will bring new grass.