Inamorata

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It was a serene and tranquil night
She was illuminated by the moonlight
The wind whistled, the wolf cried
Like a mournful duet to the sun that died

It is every night wih the same scene
She'd stare at the very vast green
From that crestfallen and melancholic sight
She slowly vanished into the dead of the night."

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