a soft
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glowing sphere rises within the darkened sky
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clouds move and shift around a glorious moon
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hanging far above the earth below
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beams fall from the huge night light in the sky
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far below
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the cemetrey gates gently creak
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as a cold breeze tickles the oak tree's leaves
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they dance and sway to the blowing wind
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an eerie fog descends upon the cemetery
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thick enough to catch the moon beams
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the graves are aglow with soft light
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the full moon growing brighter with time
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the breeze is no more
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the air is still
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a blankey of think fog is horizon bound
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an abandoned grave is bathing ever so softly
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in the fallen glowing full moon light
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the grave abandoned in the wake of rapture
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no longer the abode of a corpse
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but a cavity in the earth's crust
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the former occupant now far beyond the clouds
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to bid farewell to the moon
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the stars
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the past
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now but a faded memory
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soon to vanish
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the life beyond the flesh is yet to be discovered
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An Abandoned Grave Bathes Softly In The Falling Moonlight
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| Horde |
