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May 21
Quiet, he watches
And silently, he sings with the wind
As the sun kisses his face, sprawled over the comfort of a chair
What is it he's thinking
Not much crosses his mind these days
It may be my doing, but let him live
My familiar, protecting me softly
What a wonder, a creature you are
As I observe you, from a distance
I wonder, what is it that you see
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EmperorMoth  20
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