We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
We love the night and its quiet — and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
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We love the night and its quiet

— and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
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