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Lo, the waxing moon   eyeing on heaven ups a notch high. The higher it goes pulls the tides more down on the sea the crescent moon sways. It bows down and prays as it sails towards the locked away heaven far, far away. The sea spilling billow floats the key to the tucked away ally way!
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Bow Down and Rise High
Lo, the waxing moon   eyeing on heaven ups a notch high. The higher it goes pulls the tides more down on the sea the crescent moon sways. It bows down and prays as it sails towards the locked away heaven far, far away. The sea spilling billow floats the key to the tucked away ally way!
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
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