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The clouds have covered the moon, my love.

The mists have clouded my path.

The sun is blinding the road ahead

and I’m lost in this lovely, green strath.

 

And here I would stay

for eons of days

if I had you

along for the walk

But my songs,

they do echo

‘gainst walls of the trees

and birds in reply only mock.

 

Where did you go? My love? My lover?

When did you wander away?

My muse, she is with you, and I ache to recover

the stars that still shine in the day.

 

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