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it was a lovely evening remember, night was out hunting on her black steed, and the long cloud mane fluttered on the wind, as i stood at my window watching the moon, is there really a "man in the moon? when i was little they told me that the moon was a fruit, and that when it was ripe, it was picked and laid away, amid a vast collection of old full moons, in a great bureau, which stood at the end of the world, where it is nailed up with boards.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 19:39:21 +0000

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