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The moon with haste ascended, In the witching hour, Inspiring all, in her thrall, To draw upon her power, She sparkled iridescently, Most bewitching pearl, Radiant transcendently, Becoming as a heathen girl.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
The Moon With Haste Ascended
The moon with haste ascended, In the witching hour, Inspiring all, in her thrall, To draw upon her power, She sparkled iridescently, Most bewitching pearl, Radiant transcendently, Becoming as a heathen girl.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
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