The silver moon
was dancing on a river
when the wolf
was looking for a swan.
The night was howling,
it sounded as if
a nocturnal nightingale
was singing for the dawn.
An ignorant flower
was storing dewdrops
to extinguish
the afternoon sun.
was dancing on a river
when the wolf
was looking for a swan.
The night was howling,
it sounded as if
a nocturnal nightingale
was singing for the dawn.
An ignorant flower
was storing dewdrops
to extinguish
the afternoon sun.
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