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Nocturnal Melancholy
Tonight, the wind is a gentle blow,
The rustling of leaves and fading cries of crickets,
A melancholic strain upon which night dwellers sway,
The call of rosters and beguiling of stars,
Another play of fate, a woeful strain.
© raionSAMIOKA
The rustling of leaves and fading cries of crickets,
A melancholic strain upon which night dwellers sway,
The call of rosters and beguiling of stars,
Another play of fate, a woeful strain.
© raionSAMIOKA
