Under The Bright Harvest Moon (October 31st,2010)
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Under the bright harvest moon; late this evening,
A myriad memories seem to be present;
In a pile of autumn leaves. O this grave season
Is filled with too much sorrow for me. Although I'm
Drawn to its vibrant, vintage colours, its spectres
Haunt my days, and strangely, tonight is Halloween.
Bu şiiri puanla
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