I sing the song
I have a thousand times before
when the moon seemed viewed
through watered silk
and the shadow's shadow
grew vast...
like a fog darkened
till it was blacker than night
It had been as if the earth itself sang
now as I murmur
the land only echos me in a whisper
the song sounded and ended
fading as breeze fades
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