The dogs are leaving trash in the yard next door.
The Golden Moon has past and the black moon has appeared.
The sea has lost it's wave, the lily has lost it's toil.
The fathers have brought forth their sons to wraith
and thy mother's daughters have gone astray with the cares of their heart.
When words are spoken rivers flow.
A star shinning in the darkness of a dream.
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