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Their sky turns to dusk |
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Over the weeping of willow trees |
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Swaying in the tepid breeze |
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A howling moon arousing the forest |
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Children of the stars fall to play |
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In the winds their voices sing |
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Deepening trees swallow the moonlit trail |
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They follow the echo |
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Heard by the night |
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They tranquilize the peeking eyes |
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That scrutinize their every thought |
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To the moon's delight |
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They galavant amongst the path |
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Dangling from snakily limbs |
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They're like shadows |
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Laugh and cry |
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Live and die |
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Seek and hide |
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Cherishing the moon |
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Rolling clouds sprinkle dust |
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Upon their silkened hair |
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Of deepest black |
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Bouncing parades of peace in the night |
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They lead the watching eyes |
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The waning moon sets to rest |
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Withering a night sky to a zombie grey light |
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As with the moon |
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Beneath existence |
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Their bony feet scamper |
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To their maternal sanctuary |
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Hidden where farness cradles the earth |