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A South African Moon.
Girls, barely woman,
Drawn to nature.
Marched into the forest.
Whispers of the fallen sun,
Whom everyday when the owls howl
Bow down to the fallen angel,
Called out to warn the carnibals among the leafless trees.
'He has no mercy...
Drawn to nature.
Marched into the forest.
Whispers of the fallen sun,
Whom everyday when the owls howl
Bow down to the fallen angel,
Called out to warn the carnibals among the leafless trees.
'He has no mercy...
