remember
..two perfect moons
etched in horizon,
born to dream
above the world
smiling down upon our heads...
good night
o young child
good bye
o young love
i must leave
your winters room
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Full many a wonder is told us in stories old,
"of heroes worthy of praise, of hardships dire,
of joy and feasting, of weeping and of wailing;
of the fighting of bold warriors, now ye may hear wonders told"
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