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#1 2012-05-10 13:59:36

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From: Springfield
Registered: 2012-05-09
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Rise of the moon (poem)

When the moon rises,
It's our time to play.
Everyone has a secret,
As do we, end of the day.

Throughout the grey light,
We meander through it all.
But in the silver shadow,
Our masks do fall.

Through the dark woods,
Quiet as the falling leaves,
We run, never rest,
Past all the black trees.

When the sun begins to show,
We all shy away.
For only as the moon rises,
Is it our time to play.



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