Dance of the Dragon

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in the begginging of night,
as the sun fades away,
the moon rises high,
washing away the day.

as life falls asleep,
taking its time to rise,
some form of life leaves,
quiet as it flies.

its the dance of the dragons,
when they fly up high,
higher and higher,
vanishing in the sky.

when they land,
it will be day,
with the sun in the sky,
asleep they will lay.

waiting to fly again,
flourishing in the moon,
plesant in their dreams,
to fly again soon.





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