The Day of the Roading Days By the Moon
The day of the roaring days
By the moon has arrived with a pregnant girl;
And the mother from the farming
Wheat raced with rejoice
Along the road that almost finished
With the closing eyes of the girl.
The day of the roading days
By the moon has a little girl,
Yet the weak moonlight as a raped friend
Has taken over the moaning living
Of a deed and alone the racing, a runner
Who was living below the bells.
They said it was God who was calling
In the wilderness, almost lost.
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