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Delighted, the moon revels in the dark night
Through the thick blackness, he saunters
Conversing with stars
They twinkle with delight at his antics
He caresses a river softly as it rushes under his touch
Then stoops to kiss an icy mountain peak
The snow caps may sparkle at his sweet embrace
But they do not melt
For those glaciers know that while my muse appears bright and gracious
His core is dark and cold