Howl at the moon as the sun starts to fall, over the horizon, the day is over and night is here, where little creatures of the night come, the little hare and her young sound asleep In the burrow, The birds no longer chirping...
This book is like poetry idk,
To find what the rest of this poem is, read this book
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**warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**