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The darkness is deep
And every one's sleep
But she finds the way,
Through imagination
Finds the lost inspiration
Inside the soul of forest,
She finds drops
Of tiny hopes
She finds the lost life,
She finds it in her mind
That's why she's a moonchild
The lost hope in the sky,
She gets a joyful weird feeling
While secretly dealing
With spirits for freedom
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