’Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair
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Girls scream,
Boys shout;
Dogs bark,
School’s out.
She’d dance like no one was watching
although she liked to think he was.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
But back to the poem: we’ll bring you more news
as it doesn’t happen.
The sun in the heavens was beaming,
The breeze bore an odour of hay
