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Moon Medley II


Blue moon This moon so rare it opens doors For spirits lost to re-emerge The tears of those lost between Are free when the moon is blue Harvest moon The only time the moon can touch home Without the barrier of the mid world The closest we see our coming end The farthest thing we can reach for
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