The crickets are singing their nightly song
The trees are dry,
And died
The moon is hiding under the gloomy thin clouds.
The stars brightens is faded though the dark sky
The owls shadow is crippling on the porch.
The moonlight is shining on the brugmansia flower,
But the shines is starting to fade
The moon is under the gloomy thin clouds.
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