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My Gentle Crescent Moon Dan Kleinrnan

Oh my gentle welkin sprite, 'W.ho comes to me with stars shining in her eyes,'Who floats softly to me and brings with her The tranquility of the night. My gentle celestial angel,'Who can show me where sleep is hidden underneath a shadow, \flho I can talk to, who can understand, \flho is the calming sense that I desire. Oh my gentle dove, 'Who can fly to me and sing a song of sorro'w, Yet'cake me on a flight through the heavens, And sail on through the stars. Oh thee, My one true love, \What words of mine can render the sanctuary thou provide? 'What words of mine can illustrate the guilt I feel, Know that you put a shine into my eyes, That I could never return unto you?

Oh my gentle crescent moon, \7ho brings beauty to the dark and is a treasure In my heart, 'Sflhose kisses fall softly on my cheek, 'Whose gentle lips of warming light, Allows me to sleep, And dream another night.