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Jan 2018
Up into the firmament tonight:
Be fulfilled by the darkest sight.
Yet the gigantic moon appeared,
Showed purely softly yellow sphere.
Alas! The crimson shadow glided,
Slowly swallowed the moonshine:
Little by little, the glow vanished,
Be left nothing, but lonely sky.
Written by
Poppy15
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   Walter W Hoelbling and Mike Adam
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