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Moonlight

Oh, cherubs in the star shine
Who nimble are and free,
Turn your darling faces,
Spin moonlight down to me.

I am forever weary
Of a world of sin and greed.
Oh, to dance on dappled clouds with you!
Spin moonlight down to me.

If you insist you can't indulge me
Take my poor soul as the fee.
I'll borrow, beg and steal, but please
Spin moonlight down to me.

I long to see my Father
In vast eternity,
So take me to Him cherubs
Spin moonlight down to me.

Delilah

@Delilah

Just an average 17-yr-old from Northern Ireland. Kik: Delilah_95

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Comments & Feedback (5)

This is beautiful. Love it

@wolfie thanks glad its to your liking 😊

Beautiful 😊

@aleishagayle20 thanks very muchly 😄

@Delilah haha no probz lovely stuff 😘

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