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--- black crows fly flock to the moon and pick its fields clean i sit and watch the harvest as if in a dream its face is barely visible its light torn from its eyes i sit here a'weeping as it sails the skies o brave moon! do not despair! don't give them a thought! they may pluck your lighted fields but their work is all for naught! later in the evening i see you have not waned! as for all the scavengers not a one remains. soulsurvivor (C) 9/28/2015
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
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--- black crows fly flock to the moon and pick its fields clean i sit and watch the harvest as if in a dream its face is barely visible its light torn from its eyes i sit here a'weeping as it sails the skies o brave moon! do not despair! don't give them a thought! they may pluck your lighted fields but their work is all for naught! later in the evening i see you have not waned! as for all the scavengers not a one remains. soulsurvivor (C) 9/28/2015
The harvest moon was used as the name suggests - to reap the fields at night. Sitting here in its light I can see how it was so named I can almost see every pebble on the ground.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
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