Suddenly night winds blow and parting clouds reveal a silver plate

full-face and hanging low

what lunacy makes me leave the comfort of my bed behind

what silver light shines on me

what silence cuts the ties that bind?

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leave this bed, the shelter of this room!

there is no other cure but to go dancing

travelling under the light of the full moon

(Mark Chan)

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