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Selenites are dancing |
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In the breeze |
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Vaporous in their silent lair |
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A swarm who twist'n'twirls |
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Languishly looking at us |
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In the middle of nowhere |
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Pale are the figures who dance |
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In the moonlight, now |
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Dance on the moon |
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Enter the rings |
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Newly freed souls |
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Newly freed bird |
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Gracious and humming |
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Some atonic verse |
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Invisible in their flight |
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Etherial Noctua |
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Leening your wings |
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Of dust, of muck, of mundane dirt |
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Eternal Chaunts |
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Benevolence |
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The Selenites |
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Smile and gaze |
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At those we are |
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At those we were |
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Spinning round |
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In their haze |
