till, silently￼without one peep, the angels come, their watch to keep.￼They'll hold you safe while dreaming deep. The pillow cool beneath your head,￼all star lit is your feather bed which glides the moonbeams like a sled,￼above towns which glitter blue and red.
Dixie Dawn Miller Goode, Moonrise
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