IN the moonlight under a shag-bark hickory tree Watching the yellow shadows melt in hoof-pools, Listening to the yes and the no of a woman`s hands, I kept my guess why the night was glad. The night was lit with a woman`s eyes. The night was crossed with a woman`s hands, The night kept humming an undersong.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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