She used to dance in the lone moonlight
He liked to hunt those pretty little eyes
She liked the colors the dresses and the skies
He wanted to be black and the hue of the night
They met they clashed a pair in a sigh
They met they clashed a left in her right
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This is a magnificent poem of opposites and the dance that they do. A lovely poem that deserves a fave
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