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The moon's gaze

The moon's gaze fell upon me, a piercing stare

As if my home was set with a wine-soaked gathering to share

What harm if the heart gets drunk on wine's sweet fire?

Yet, you retreated, even from the line of heartless desire.

 

 

 

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