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Moon’s sphere spearhead night
Closed my eyes, Dreamed thy breeze
My rapture glance ‘em all
Graze life into thy green shine

Starring straight to the furrow
Am I treading to the burrow
Or thy gentle beauty scorch the sorrow
Gosh, I really don’t know

Day by day thy shadow enters
Tickle my soul thy longing
Close my eyes to thy sloppiness
Gosh, Completely insane my longing!

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