Harvest Moon
Into the darkness
With the harvest moon lit up
Eating fresh cut wheat
Alone in the field
Awaiting for the others
Drinking my red wine
Scarecrow is watching
My belly and head grow full
While I think of death
Friends came to gather
And now the red wine is shared
Now the life is lived
We all become one
Under the moon we commune
One with the scarecrow
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