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The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait. Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But no,
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Dan Ahmad's Photography - HER GHOST IN THE FOG The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass
