The Shadow and the Moonlight
I see a shadow hiding
From the moon by candlelight;
Behind my hand he’s dancing,
But not for her delight.
Nearly, though, he shows her,
As the moonlight is eclipsed
By the candle burning closer
To my eager fingertips.
Ask, she may, for answers,
In this mindless guessing game,
Why the shadow never dances,
In the twilight of the flame.
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