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Moon Ritual - 4

Under the moonlit sky The ripe rose stands majestically deep down she understands that time is upon her once again As the folklore goes with the dark moon she sheds her deep red petals one by one they all fall left bare she stoops hiding the welling tears of losing her precious children once again holding onto hope of having them back soon When the full moon reappears

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