MOTIONS OF THE NIGHT
As the night comes on
the shadows move in
each and every sound
Becomes part of the night
The moon beams down
on the resting trees
as the soft summer breeze
comes calling to the night
the shadows move in
each and every sound
Becomes part of the night
The moon beams down
on the resting trees
as the soft summer breeze
comes calling to the night
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