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As the wind Blows sweetly to the Crescent moon, the Dandelions, Entranced sway. Forever hold the dark Gold that is Hailed In the night, not day. Just in its cause King of peace Lambs may sleep, but Many other things are astir Not to be detected. Night is Open to the world, but we are too Preoccupied by blinding light, we Question the night. Restricting trust to something So secure is such a shame The night is glorious Under the moon, wolves Vying for the moon's sweet light, Where peace is held. And this peace spreads across the earth like soft Butter on dry bread, Cooling the air, making the land smooth and soft Delight in the night. It's Everywhere.
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Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
Ode to the Night
As the wind Blows sweetly to the Crescent moon, the Dandelions, Entranced sway. Forever hold the dark Gold that is Hailed In the night, not day. Just in its cause King of peace Lambs may sleep, but Many other things are astir Not to be detected. Night is Open to the world, but we are too Preoccupied by blinding light, we Question the night. Restricting trust to something So secure is such a shame The night is glorious Under the moon, wolves Vying for the moon's sweet light, Where peace is held. And this peace spreads across the earth like soft Butter on dry bread, Cooling the air, making the land smooth and soft Delight in the night. It's Everywhere.
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Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
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