February 18, 2013
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Voices cry out by the shine of the moonlight
Gentle winds carry the song past the waters
On through the mountains, valleys below
Serene of the night no longer held

One voice calls to the chorus of howls
Signaling awareness of his lonely presence
Down past the waters and mountains he descends
To sing in the valley by the shine of moonlight

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