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Turn your head slightly to the right and a woman in prayer comes into sight. For upon this summer eve, one is not above or below, merely comforted by the still of the night, all is peaceful, no strife. Alone and serene, glory unfolds. Hush!
Drive me to the Moon! And let me sing a tune, soon it will be June and then July's ending room. And I love the light of your summer's cast. And I love all of the nights you've come to last. I will miss you long after the winds of Arctic glows come near, call out to my ear, I still will hold you near my lovely long summer's bloom.