Gazing into a starlit sky, the moonlight kissed her rouged cheeks with a celestial goodnight.
Lustrous was the view from her marble balcony as the nightingale sang his lovely tune.
The eve would not last, she must commence her slumber soon.
She rests her pretty head upon a cozy pillow and slowly drifts into dreams.
Luna peers through her window like drapes of cosmic beams.
Sleep well beautiful lady for morrow arrives with the sun's greeting.
Until then I enshroud you for my time is fleeting.
-B. Dumas
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