09 October

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Blue moon

seen on the river

washed into the field

I may go fetch

the field is too wide and bark

it shades off its light

Now I can not see

I walk lost in all direction

hurting my legs on the rocks by

no one too help me out

the stars turn off their light

and the wind turns cold

my hair is frozen

and my toes solid

I walk in fantasies

falling in the river

I'm washed away too

The blue moon opens

The sky is brighter

The current carry me

never to return

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