The moon, it sways, a drunken dance,
The moon, it sways,
Kissing the clouds, a whispered trance,
But I cannot bear its gaze.
I blush, my spirit caught in fire,
The moon, it sways,
Kissing the clouds, my heart's desire.
The lovely clouds, a joyful spree,
Steal my soul away,
The wind that comes and goes to me,
Ruffles my hair to play.
I, a jasmine, wild and free,
Dream of love's sweet sway,
The moon, it sways, for all to see,
Kissing the clouds, in disarray.
Green fields sway, a youthful bloom,
Youth's reign takes hold,
Upon the sands, the stories loom,
In tales of love, untold.
A deer I am, within your room,
For you, my heart so bold,
The moon, it sways, dispelling gloom,
Kissing the clouds, stories unfold.
Lost, lost, I wander in a dream,
Of the moon's bright face,
Gazing at his silver gleam,
Caught in a deer's embrace.
My fear takes hold, a silent scream,
My heart, in love's sweet chase.
I tremble, hide, in moonlit scheme,
The moon, it sways, finding its place,
Kissing the clouds, in timeless space.
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