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The Moon Hung Low and Full
The moon hung low and full And sat behind the mountain’s heart At the backshore of the sea
Far away
His adagio escaped
a sudden violin That strung the chords that tied life’s gift all-in
Elves and light clouds came
Moony owls and springhares glared
As the pensive moon its volcanic veil bared
Low, low
Into the deserted sea To glow and fill The centrum of the sea
Before the coral reef was filled With blue and green gills
The night the moon hung low and full God´s centre was born in your gaze.
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