The last drunken dance of the night-moths,
The last flickering of dawn against the crimson sky,
The final brush of clouds upon ocean eyes,
The hushed breath of silence before it all collapses.
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The last drunken dance of the night-moths, The last flickering of dawn against the crimson sky, The final brush of clouds upon ocean eyes, The hushed breath of silence before it all collapses. GOOD START CARRY ON READ MORE OF ME MOMS SMILES TO BEGIN WITH