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Sister Moon My sister high Orange in the night Crescent moon Harvest moon She was always The lucky one Leaving me to lurk Amoung mortals Leaving me to live A mortal life What can I have done To be so reastrain'd In mortality Whilst my sister, My soulmate, Is so free in the night sky? I am left behind A mortal To live my mortal life To think my mortal thoughts Whilst my soul Runs wild Immortal With my sister The moon
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