Spring, late evening. Moon, sun reflecting. Fortunately, making-up for a broken street light. Which could never compare anyway, to Earth's natural satellite.
Wind so-slightly blowing. Tree branches gently moving. Warm air consequently browning all remaining leaves to blight.
You are a white knight. I am but a pawn. But before you go, stay. Please. Let us witness the dawn. Replenish your bright, as I gather my might. Together, we'll move forward, and shine on. 
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