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Harvest Moon

I knew the end, was coming soon

I bared my soul, to the harvest moon

The crops I planted never flourished

My heart is dying it, is malnourished

A vast wasteland all but barren

I have no love left here to share in

Underneath this harvest moon

Crying and laughing like a loon

Dancing in its glow alone 

Withered is the love I’d sewn 

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