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Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0 (26 August 1201)
In the still of the night
shining glor'ous and bright,
can the moon round and white give us light by its sheen;
when it's full it is clear
and repels the night's fear;
e'en when new it enlightens, though 't cannot be seen.
By its light we can see,
wild with cricket and bee,
the wide meadow and free, fill'd with living and death;
in the meadow so green
our last ending is seen;
on that sight do we lean and in joy draw our breath.
But the white light is cold,
and the meadow grows old;
though they both excel gold, we still need something more;
so the heat of the flame
gives its life to the same,
such that with it we're wealthy, without it we're poor.
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