moon
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The darkness tonight from the-living-dead 129 days old
[ ... ] Mother Moon, tonight there is silence. The moon did not grace us, even though it was said to be the brightest of all nights. Instead it was a dull ...
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Faces in the clouds from the-living-dead 136 days old
[ ... ] moon, until the wolves sing to her Calling her below: oh radiant giest of the skies, Oh phantom faces, dilapidated oceanous eyes, Oh crowning ...
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My moonlit path from the-living-dead 291 days old
Life fades away back into darkness, The world closes its tireless eyes, The norm begets sleep, so sleep thou shalt, And quietly I dance along to the ...
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Dividing my skies from the-living-dead 308 days old
Dawns infinite wings cut through the accumulated silence, The sanctity of the night when incense lingered in the air Departed with the approaching of ...
