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Mar 2014
The moon cries at night
Her tears seen in the shadows cast by its gaze
She cries because she is chasing a glimpse of daylight
God has given all his glory to the sun in his eternal blaze
A sun so bright cannot see those  sleeping in their beds tucked tight
Only the moon and her mournful praise
And when they wake their humble heads only her tears remain

Karl v.
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