Moonlight Shadow :: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman ::
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Seasons come and seasons go
Winds blow, sun shines, river, flow
This is nature at her best
Span'in her beauty, east to west.

The morn, the day, so pure and bright
Bathes the earth in etheral light
From dreams all way, and life begins
All creatures set to do their things.

Twilight, sunset, colours run
Life goes home, so does the sun
Gentle breezes stir the heart
For the night, about to start

The land is silent, quiet, calm
The frangipani's fragant balm
Fills the air with a melody
Of love, high in all entity
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