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  While the birds depart home in steady pace, And the day's Sun bid to veil his face, Soon bats savour the moonlight in dream, Letting their grips loose to the night's stream. Flaps of wide wings echoed the down hills,  Awaking all such nocturnal one's strong wills. The blue moon milks her light profusely,  Wreathing the dusky earth ever steadily.  Caressing with the lingering fingers, Of moon's blue beams of light that enters,  The deep canyons where the bats breed, While the world easily forgets it creed, Even sloth's slumber gives its way, To the endless nights to stay, Wishing the nocturnal life to reign,  While the day takes a dip in pain.  The twigs around whispered to the leaves, Of the advent of the freezing breeze,  Soon the streams found smeared in hue,  Drenching in heaven's nectar to subdue,  The earth that steeped in slumber,  Forget me not but remember,  it's me the Moon,  Yet, not to depart soon.  ...