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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Fiddles of The Moon

The fiddles of the moon
Their strings played
With mystery's bows

A Siren’s song bidding
The insomniac to come
Dance with temptation

Throw off your inhibitions
Night has pulled its shade
No one but the stars as witness

The music whispers come closer
Feel my touch on your soul
A drug like no other

Caught in a lunar addiction
The insomniac can not find sleep
He just wanders craving the next new moon


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