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Walking through a moonstruck field,
For which there is no ending
Gazing upon the dark of night,
This is the perfect mending
When you need a shoulder,
For your sorry head to lean
Just look to the wonderful earth,
And let your mind run clean
Remember all there is to give,
To those that you treasure
Never forget the power of love,
For which there is no measure
For one day while your walking,
To cleanse away your past
The one you may be watching,
Is watching, You, at last!
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