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W alk with me in moonlight, to secret places where no one knows. A cross dark, enchanted moorland, out there where the wild thyme grows. N ever feel the need for sorrow only joy and sweet content. D evil take the new tomorrow, we'll live our lives as nature meant. E ach of us will know it's meaning, greet each dawn with love anew. R ace the wild hart through the forest, bathe our bodies in morning dew. L ove to live will be our credo, live to love our guiding thought. U nderstanding our surroundings, nothing sold and nothing bought. S tars will be our sentinels, watching over us as we sleep. T ogether we will know each other, in field and mountain and forest deep.

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Date: 8/14/2020 5:40:00 PM
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Date: 8/14/2020 11:59:00 PM
Thank you kindly for the feedback Sharon.