The Mystic Moon

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The moon, she rises in the sky,
A mystic beauty, a wonder high.
She casts her spell upon the land,
A silver light, so cool and grand.

She guides us through the darkest night,
A beacon shining, a steadfast light.
She pulls the tides, she moves the sea,
A power ancient, a mystery.

The stars, they twinkle in her glow,
A dazzling show, a cosmic flow.
The creatures of the night come out,
A world of wonder, without a doubt.

And in her light, we find our way,
A journey through the night and day.
A world of dreams, a world of might,
A place where we can take flight.

So let us gaze upon her face,
And marvel at her timeless grace.
For in her light, we find the key,