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                                                                       'I:J{'E !MOO?{ PJ{'J{'EW PE1\SPECTI'J)E
                                                                     I wa[{(g,a along tfie ebony trail-
                                                                     S po{(g,  not a wore£  nor sfiei
                                                                     .9!na stopping in a faerie  ring,
                                                                      I loo{(g,i up tfirougfi tfie trees .
                                                                     .9!na tfiere  I saw tfie sfiining moon,
                                                                     StreaKing tfirougfi. tfie nigfit.
                                                                     'Tears  I triec£  but tfance  I iii
                                                                      JJ.mia tfie flicK. ring figfits.
                                                                      We  wa[{(g,a along,  our steps grew soft,
                                                                      I loo{(g,a upon tfie moon,
                                                                      JJ.na tfiere  I saw tfirougfi rippling eyes
                                                                      rrTie  fi.aze grew o'er to soon.
                            Creatd  6g  'Dwni.s  Jemitfan,
                                                                      We  tumei tfie comer, passe{ tfie gates,
                                                                      Caugfi.t by a sli.aft of [igfiti
                     rrTie sun shone
                                                                      One  fast glance upon tfie moon,
                     Lik? a fiery shot in tlie aark_
                                                                      !forever gone  by sigfit.
                     I tumea to [essen tfie glare
                                                                                  ··· J![{ison 'Taylor
                     On my face
                     rrTie  [igfit shone tfirougfi tfie leaves outsitfe
                     'Ifie birdS sang ana tfie  trees  iancea
                     Li{(g, never before, ant{ tfie nature of it a{[
                     Seemea too mysterious yet unimaginable
                     'J{pt to just my eyes,  but to my toucfi
                     .9ls I saw tfie doudS in tfie aistance
                     rrliey seemea to be  racing eacfi. otfier
                     'Trying to fina an a6so[ute winner
                     rrTie  cfiuming windS were breatfitaf\ing
                     Seeming as if tfiey were stealing me
                     Or overwfie[ming me or gulping me  in
                     It stormetf.
                                         ---1\_atie Clement













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