Elfin angel, sleeps aloft, at night

Cradling against the lunar light

Wonder what she’s dreaming of

Wrapped in stars, from high above

Could she be thinking of what’s below?

Or how far down she needs to go

To find the Earth, on which she’ll play

Perhaps it’s best, up here, to stay

Yes, she is purely a heavenly child

For which the moon has now beguiled

 

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