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The Nile
She moves in the light of darkness,
speaking to the moon, like the sun can never speak,
wolves growling in her gardens' of heart, selling it's blossoms
Alas! she fills it in her wooden basket, ready to sail in the never ending nile.
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speaking to the moon, like the sun can never speak,
wolves growling in her gardens' of heart, selling it's blossoms
Alas! she fills it in her wooden basket, ready to sail in the never ending nile.
© All Rights Reserved
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