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As the moon set in crying could be heard in the distance a love long since lost but alas not forgotten Her tears could be heard in the dead of night when all was quite and nothing was right The crying did not stop, even when the light of the sun approached Tears could be heard falling in the noon of the next day, what do you think, had broken the small heart of this maid? I guess we shall never know, for in the days to follow that crying sound did stop, And that i do declare, was quite a miracle in itself.

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