In the evening, there's warmth to an August Moon and the fullness of midsummer. It is a generous moon that lights the green hills with a kind of ripening-apple-glow. There is a mellowness about a moon lit night in August that is a sweet antidote for the cicada heat and the dusty glare of the sun.
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Don't know where you are But you're my lucky star My moon 🌚 at night through the trees The sun 🌞 beaming right down upon me When I dream of you I'm free Letting me be at peace You could cure all my disease Just lay your hands on me One thing I know is You are gorgeous And if you don't expect too much I can show you what I'm made of Which is splendor and youth and beauty and truth Kiss me you fool! I'm only dreaming Of you My fantasies are a spiral of ecstasy I love you, I think you should know... Just you and me. 💗
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