West oh my heart, bellowing my soul in a husky melody to the sweet air in the moors.
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Melancholy is my mood, as I think of the souls no longer of this timeless earth.
The moon is bright as her lights shines down on the rustling coarse grass under foot.
I take in a deep breath and close my tired eyes, and wait for morning, as it is a couple of hours until the breaking sun is dawning
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