Oh how the lady
Moves through the open valley
Searching for lost souls
The souls are not there
They stay in the dark forests
Cowering in fear
When the moon rises
The souls gather thoughtfully
Moaning and dancing
The lady long searches
For souls who awake at night
While she lays asleep
The souls long for peace
Though they hide during the day
Fearful of the sun
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