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THE MOON'S LOST


The night is dark and the moon's lost,

The stars are crying, they don't shine anymore,

My skin is being ripped, the line's crost,

This body lies dead, letting my soul implore...

 

The screams are silent, my wimphers faint,

For this world is slepping and my voice strained,

Every inch of me is bruised, covered in taint,

While my eyes are numb and my heart's sprained...

 

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