Moon beams sing a lullaby
As dew settles on web
The night glistens with stars
Mother cradles soft head
Lips gently graze the crown
Of ringlets spun like silk
A chubby hand kneads the breast
Love gives life's sweet milk
Endless cycles of day and night
When cries call out to dark
Time wraps the two as one
Into the future they embark
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