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Whispering"s of the Moon
I have ice in my glass
and a fireplace burning
I have the wind blowing in
through the curtains
I can see the moonlight waning
and the trees yawning
I can hear the night whispering
to the sleeping moon
and a fireplace burning
I have the wind blowing in
through the curtains
I can see the moonlight waning
and the trees yawning
I can hear the night whispering
to the sleeping moon
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