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Thursday, 16. October 2003
Beneath a starry sky, the wild flowers sway
In the pearly moonlight I easily find my way
The breeze is sweet, the scent is light
The sun is gone and now its night
Thy trapped spirit is free at last
The moonlight's spell has now been cast
A weary soul is lifted high
In a starlit meadow, beneath the midnight sky.
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