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The Howls of a Moon-Child
She rose up high as she gave silver light,
I stood in awe as flow'rs illuminate;
Joining as one with the darkest of nights,
And moonlight comes near; lights a path not straight.
No eye shall see his cries of misery,
The pure soul of the moon depart a...
I stood in awe as flow'rs illuminate;
Joining as one with the darkest of nights,
And moonlight comes near; lights a path not straight.
No eye shall see his cries of misery,
The pure soul of the moon depart a...
