The Dew of Crimson Moon
The glaciers breathe under the starlight,
Weaving into undulating rivers of the Milky Way.
The crimson color seeps out quietly,
That is the dream that fell to the mortal world when the moon was slightly drunk.
The glaciers breathe under the starlight,
Weaving into undulating rivers of the Milky Way.
The crimson color seeps out quietly,
That is the dream that fell to the mortal world when the moon was slightly drunk.
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