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stuff of the moon
it was many and many a year ago
i make my shroud, but no one knows
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
the shadows of the ships
hang no wreath
among the mountains i wandered

 



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