on the prettiest night, over in the meadow,
all stars shining and full moon dazzling
even the stones were confused with the reflection
and cereus started blooming
the crow knew what was to arise
it was the dark disguised night
nimbus covered the moon
and wind blew the candle on the kite
the calm sea absorbed the river slowly
the night has never been so ghostly
now there was nothing a crow can do
all along he knew, so deep in the sky he flew
bloomed cereus now started to fade
all the things were just being played
everyone was gossiping about night's largesse
but everything was actually a mess
awesome
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