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Moonbeam shining bright Moonbeam playfully hiding Power light Hiding in planes fulfilling Plain of sight Laughing upon ears gone deaf For imaginary and deafening frights While love walks and talks upon the clouds with infinite heights Fiegn not to note there is life And life only While ashes portend to be little more than stones already forming We stand, praise, laugh sing and dance upon There once was a girl An imaginary twirl Who takes unsuspecting men for a whirl Who'll toils for life Not suspecting the strife Of taken by wife Who's gone upon her show shine delights You're only polishing the silver She'll cut and use the glitter Flit, fly flutter bye and buy Upon her neighbors all What steeper prices of greater Treasures call You'll toil as all is viegn Till waning breathes are all To each their own remains You'll love that which is life When she breathes, loves and dances Upon the deadly fools of strife There is joy for nothing less She'll bring glory to every morning For nothing less While death comes even harder Upon a players dying breath
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
All Is Calm All Is Bright
Moonbeam shining bright Moonbeam playfully hiding Power light Hiding in planes fulfilling Plain of sight Laughing upon ears gone deaf For imaginary and deafening frights While love walks and talks upon the clouds with infinite heights Fiegn not to note there is life And life only While ashes portend to be little more than stones already forming We stand, praise, laugh sing and dance upon There once was a girl An imaginary twirl Who takes unsuspecting men for a whirl Who'll toils for life Not suspecting the strife Of taken by wife Who's gone upon her show shine delights You're only polishing the silver She'll cut and use the glitter Flit, fly flutter bye and buy Upon her neighbors all What steeper prices of greater Treasures call You'll toil as all is viegn Till waning breathes are all To each their own remains You'll love that which is life When she breathes, loves and dances Upon the deadly fools of strife There is joy for nothing less She'll bring glory to every morning For nothing less While death comes even harder Upon a players dying breath
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
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