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Night sky (by Shiann rose)
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At night the moon is out
the stars are shing
the woods are creapy
oh how I fear a wolf can come
any moment and scare
The screaming of
woman and children
isn't it great of them hearing them crying
saying help men fight for their lives and they
can't do anything about it blood is the color
of red and meat is the boodies that died oh how
I love it a freak life me nobody wants.
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