Wicked Moon

The wicked moons arms danced with me
Over the enchanted river bellow
Even quiet were the sprits of the gallow
I rippled a top waters
In a graceful saunter
As the wicked moon turned to kindest day
The morning lark whistled away
Dreamily I lurked,when a thought began
Wandering when the dancing moon will be back again

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