The sky is howling in the twilight
As the chariot of the moon flies;
She hears her fate that she wants not
Thru the rustling leaves and grass
Swaying in the wind of the chariot
And draws the moon from the seat
To take back her unwanted future.
By
The sky is howling in the twilight
As the chariot of the moon flies;
She hears her fate that she wants not
Thru the rustling leaves and grass
Swaying in the wind of the chariot
And draws the moon from the seat
To take back her unwanted future.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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