Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon.
This way and that, she peers and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees.
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silver thatch.
Couched in the kennel. like a log
With paws of silver sleeps the dog.
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver-feathered sleep.
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye.
And move less fish in the water gleam
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
银色是月光，还是心情？银色是空白，还是空灵？银色是平淡，还是柔情？银色的世界，惟有你我----编织银色的梦......
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