Smile at the moon, she is your daughter, she is your mother. The air tonight is radiant with the moon touched kisses of mist and emotion. We are the children of a spirit beyond us that loves us as no one can. We have found our hearts entwined in the expressive face of the children of our own loins yet, there touch upon our faces is somehow lessened
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