Nervous anxiety, you are dead.
Lord and lady, soothe my head.
Bring me to your calming peace
as I will so mote it be
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By the light of the silvery moon
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*Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How
good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. Sara Teasdale*
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3 years ago
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