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Masked Lady Moon shines into my room, speaks of fantastic adventure. Dare I question her fulsome abundance? I a masked gypsy painted in gloom, a taste for wry humour, impossible promises, resplendent terrain. A woman insane, taken in by the Moon. Fair sister, far sparkling cold. I have no home to offer comfort but that clear, quiet salvation hiding like Moonlight unmasked in my mind