Talking to the Moon

"You shan't sleep. Not a wink!", she says as she beams, and beams, and gleams. Who is she? I do not know. To whom does she speak to? I do not know. Yet, here I lay watch until she slips out of sight to leave me longing. ... until I am no more.

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