The pleasant moon that shines so bright,
It's radiant glow from earth so clear,
Stars are out this pleasant night,
They twinkle from the sky I see.
The air is cold,
The breeze it blows,
I look up to that sky so far,
I think of you,
With pleasant thoughts,
Then see a lovely shooting star.
I make a wish,
That one day i'll,
See you up in heaven one day,
I blow a kiss,
Up to the sky,
My thoughts of you,
Won't go away.
Jayne Louise Davies
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