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The Light

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Silver moonlight stretches through the leaves
It opens its arms, warmth enveloping me
It brings me with them, the sheen of light
I do not know where, but I will trust them I will

It grasps my hand,
and I grasp the light
I search for it always,
as I am lost in this darkness

Before I trembled in fear
I was lost in the black of the forest
But now I am free, dancing through the night,
with the light beside me tonight

 

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