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Her breath became more shallow
For the sun had dried it down
The moon took away it's glow
To glimmer as the beam of night.

They look upon her misty face
In the wintry evening gaze
Until she humbly gave her all
To the world her whole to share.

She loves this world and all it's sins
So she sacrificed her life and died living along the wind.

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