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Over city, village, and lonely farm
that old stone, the cold moon
rises, glows
with its borrowed light.
Trees scrawl last words on the sky,
erased by darkness.
that old stone, the cold moon
rises, glows
with its borrowed light.
Trees scrawl last words on the sky,
erased by darkness.