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As the soft bright moon shines from behind the cloud,
The stars are scattered and the sky they do crowd,
From the sky above heaven sees all,
For earth have luck an angel did fall,
Heaven and earth hath now combine,
This angel this angel this angel is mine,
Eyes so bold beautiful and brown,
I would treat thee as though you wear a crown.
So quaint quiet and full of beauty within,
To hurt you should be considered a sin,
So think a thought for you and me,
Let this beauty be knowen as we