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Midnight's Song
The moon, my yearning's aim, veiled in wild grass,
A shoulder of branch sought, mocked through shadowed glass.
A song of love sung, but memories blush in reply,
Passions sculpted, in thought's realm they lie.
A...
A shoulder of branch sought, mocked through shadowed glass.
A song of love sung, but memories blush in reply,
Passions sculpted, in thought's realm they lie.
A...
