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Ginger hair, dressed in black

Darkness, drawn to light

She stands in silence, gazing

At the rays, that grace the night

Chancing they are moonbeams

She ventures, closer still

The night air, warm as summer

Yet, she could feel its chill

She waits, so impatiently

For a sign, to tell her why

The sunlight replaces darkness

She fears, the moon has lost the sky




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