The moon, it cast a spell, a silken thread,
My soul, bewitched, now dances overhead.
The moon, it cast a spell, a silver gleam,
My soul, bewitched, now lost within a dream.
Anklets chime, bangles sing, a whispered sound,
Fair limbs now sway, where moonlight can be found.
The moon, it cast a spell, a mystic art,
My soul, bewitched, now beats within the heart.
A mother's grace, in finery displayed,
Like gardens bloom, where new spring's hues are laid.
A mother's grace, in finery so grand,
Like gardens bloom, kissed by a loving hand.
Like peacocks dance, a spectrum bright and bold,
The moon, it cast a spell, a story told.
My soul, bewitched, now dances in the light,
The moon, it cast a spell, throughout the night.
The world now smiles, beneath the moon's soft grace,
Unspoken joys, in dreams we now embrace.
The world now smiles, where shadows softly fall,
Unspoken joys, embracing one and all.
Glittering, smiling, dancing, bright, so free,
The moon, it cast a spell, for you and me.
My soul, bewitched, now revels in the hour,
The moon, it cast a spell, a blooming flower.
Within the heart, a playful longing starts,
Upon the skin, love's painted work of arts.
Like lightning strikes, a vision pure and white,
The moon, it cast a spell, a guiding light.
My soul, bewitched, now sways in joyous sway,
Anklets chime, bangles sing, and chase the day,
Fair limbs now sway, where moonlight can be found.
The moon, it cast a spell, all around.
My soul, bewitched, now dances, safe and sound.
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