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those black eyes i once so praised
do you remember
what was it the engines said
i love to steal awhile away
stuff of the moon
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
rising moon has hid the stars
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
to the passionate lover
into the silent land
death's nobility again

 



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