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O' August moon rising above,
hear my lone heartbeat
Lead me into his arms of love,
guide my weary feet.
O' sing my song my precious loon,
that speaks to his core.
Let him hear my sorrowful tune,
and love me once more.
O' rivulet of rushing tears,
wash away his pain.
Let him remember not past years,
of days filled with rain.
O' mighty eagle soar me home,
to the one I miss.
Not one more day my heart shall roam,
without his love's bliss.
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