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Then, my queen, in silence sad, / Trip we after the night’s shade. / We the globe can compass soon / Swifter than the wandering moon. / _ Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream , Oberon to Titania, Act IV, Scene 1 [Credit Moonlight by Nellie Vin on Flickr]
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.