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Nightwinds

I raised my arms to the waxing moon,

Her milky beam streamed down,

And the wind fragranced with the pledge of rain,

Roughly ruffled cloak and gown.

The Nightwinds had awakened,

And I am one who hears,

The lamenting dead departed,

Their voices and their tears.

Sara

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